Grandfather and Granddaughter Would Not Know Each Other upon Meeting; Who Knew Hotpot Could Reach the Heart?

A rainbow of sword light pierced his chest.

The Profound Yin Ancestor gave a muffled grunt and drifted down like a fallen leaf.

His cultivation realm was not far below that of True Person Liu Ci, the Green Mountain Sect Master, but he had just met the Divine Emperor's palm head-on, suffering a tremendous blow to his divine sense. How could he evade Liu Ci's strongest sword strike, charged for days and bolstered by Green Mountain?

Just when everyone thought the Profound Yin Ancestor was certain to die, that fallen leaf suddenly vanished into the wind, leaving only a trail of burning black smoke.

The black smoke consisted of extremely fine black powder, presumably from the Vajra Pestle he had used to ambush the Qilin earlier. By some unknown evil art, he had substituted it for his body, preserving his life for the moment. It burned because the Ancestor's essence blood had spilled over it, showing that he had still been gravely wounded.

That streak of sword light disappeared into the Sea of Clouds.

The matter did not end there.

The Sea of Clouds churned uneasily, like the accumulated snow on Divine End Peak Summit when the cat named Liu A'da prowled through it.

Countless strands of sword intent appeared above the Sea of Clouds and showered down upon the earth, enveloping the mountains, rivers, and lakes across more than a hundred li along the East Sea shore.

Some strands of sword intent were chilling, others clear and tranquil. Interwoven, they resembled not a net but a mountain-or rather, a colossal sword.

Even from over ten li away, the sword intent reached the ground distinctly. Fruitful Accomplishment Temple's mountain-guarding formation activated again, seeming exceedingly wary, even uneasy. The winter trees along its edges swayed unsteadily, their needlelike leaves falling without