An extremely dense burst of crackling suddenly rang out in the Old Plum Garden.
It sounded like bowstrings snapping, or a wineskin filled with wine bursting.
In fact, the Sword Strings had snapped, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation had broken.
The thin layer of water crushed against the lakebed was as hard as brick and stone. Suddenly, a footprint appeared on it.
A breeze brushed past, and white robes fluttered.
Jing Jiu appeared atop the ruins of the nunnery, standing before Gu Qing. He extended a finger toward the sword formed from that bloody shadow.
At that moment, time stopped across the entire Chaotian Continent.
Only his finger and the sword formed from the bloody shadow continued forward.
There was a soft pop.
The bloody shadow solidified. It was Yin San's finger.
Two people's fingers.
Two people.
At last, they met.
Sword intent of unimaginable quantity and purity gushed from the point where their fingers met.
Like the world's most magnificent waterfall, like that year's torrential rain, like the morning sun rising over the East Sea.
Sensing the countless streams of sword intent enveloping the ruins, the Universe Edge, the Nondual Sword, and the First Child Sword retreated into the air.
The Unthought Sword Rope glowed an even brighter red, looking like the underground Lava River. It slipped free of Gu Qing's hand on its own, turned into a whip, and lashed toward Yin San's face.
The Bone Flute rose into the wind with a mournful wail, and the whip drooped like a dead snake.
Jing Jiu seized Gu Qing with his left hand and hurled him somewhere far away.
Amid a whistling rush through the air, Gu Qing became a tiny black dot and landed in the Imperial Palace more than ten li away, smashing a large