Xu Changxing was now only a wisp of divine sense, his combat strength far below its peak. Calling him an embroidered pillow-all show and no substance-would not have been unfair.
If he rashly showed himself, he could indeed reclaim the name of Sword God.
But once he actually fought the Yin Corpse Sect, he would very likely lose.
Then, rather than continuing the legend, he would see that legend trampled underfoot.
It seems I need to think carefully about how to show myself.
Xu Changxing instinctively thought of Liu Chenyu.
He had intended to ask Liu Chenyu about the current situation in detail, only to discover unexpectedly that he was not on Flying Stream Peak.
However, he sensed a familiar aura on Flying Stream Peak.
Liu Chenyu was not dead; he had merely gone out.
Following the trail left by this aura, Xu Changxing's divine sense traveled all the way to Shi Haoyan's cave abode.
At that moment, Shi Haoyan, Liu Chenyu, and Chen Xingyan were sitting around a stone table.
Master can actually sit together with Spirit Transformation Ancestors now?
Huh, Master's Qi and Blood are rather strong!
Xu Changxing soon realized that Liu Chenyu's Body Tempering cultivation had already broken through to the inner landscape stage, a realm comparable to that of a Spirit Transformation Ancestor.
It was only because Liu Chenyu had been using Spell Arts to conceal the powerful fluctuations of his Qi and Blood that Xu Changxing had not seen through his cultivation immediately.
Before Xu Changxing could investigate further, Shi Haoyan suddenly stopped talking, turned toward the entrance of the cave abode, and said,
"May I ask which fellow Daoist's divine sense is lingering outside my cave abode?
"Why not show yourself so we can meet?"
Xu Changxing had not deliberately concealed this wisp