"Ancestor..."
Feng Wushuang and Lu Feng moved their lips, wanting to say something but unable to get the words out. They could only clench their fists tightly at their sides.
All these years, their ancestor had repeatedly ventured into perilous places for the Immortal Alliance, solely to give it greater reserves and leave future generations more paths of cultivation.
It could be said that over these past several thousand years, the Immortal Alliance's gradual growth amid the Three Domains' encirclement had been due in no small part to their ancestor, Feng Weiyi.
"I know that well enough."
Feng Weiyi swept his sleeve, dispersing the Purple Light in the sky. With one step, he arrived in the small courtyard by the Pavilion, picked up the jade scissors beside him, and resumed trimming the Spirit Plants before him.
Meanwhile, inside the Cultivation Room
Within the dense, misty Purple Light, a sword had been ground and carved entirely from purple crystal. Deep black patterns and flowing golden threads coursed across it, lending the originally light, ethereal Purple Light a weighty and solemn quality.
Along the edges of a bold black pattern running down the center of the blade, golden threads had been carved like a black dragon coiling around gold, stretching from the tip to the guard.
The aura of a fourth-tier, low-grade Flying Sword spread from Azure Edge, filling the entire Cultivation Room.
"Purple Clarity Abyssless Sword..."
The sword's name had been born with it. Bai Yi gazed at the name gathered on the blade from the Spiritual Resonance of Heaven and Earth, and couldn't help feeling a little excited.
A sword name born along with the sword was usually found only on fifth-tier or higher Dharma Treasures that had endured a tribulation of lightning and manifested an artifact spirit.
The fact