The Chaotian Continent could not share the same heat and cold, but it could share the evening glow, though the sunset clouds were all false.
Countless streams of sword intent danced across the Imperial City square, weaving through it toward the city beyond, slicing apart the spring light falling from the sky and refracting it into warmer, firelike rays.
At the very center of the false sunset glow, Ping Yongjia sat on the ground with his eyes closed, his face pale, every part of his body trembling incessantly.
With each tremor, a stream of utterly pure, utterly sharp sword intent drifted out.
A Piao stood before the hall, watching the scene, her face even paler than his. The black hair over her forehead fluttered in the wind, and her voice trembled slightly.
"What on earth are you doing? You're putting your lives on the line..."
The Imperial City Grand Formation had activated, bearing down on the Old Plum Garden like a real mountain.
A gale rose in the streets outside the Old Plum Garden. The owners of the game stalls fled in every direction, crying out, with no idea what had happened.
Liu S sui stood beside the lake, looking at the Old Nunnery across the bridge. His body trembled slightly, and his feet had already sunk into the earth.
The Nondual Sword left his wrist, turned into a streak of silver light, and plunged into the nunnery, but it did not sever its connection with him. He could clearly sense what the Nondual Sword was doing and knew this was the Zhuxian Sword Formation the young master had laid out all those years ago. But... whom exactly were Gu Qing and Ping Yongjia trying to kill?
Thinking about these things, he crossed his arms before his face