Before the vast platform and that strand of Sword Qi, Song Yan in his Black-Gold Daoist Robe looked rather insignificant. His steps were slow, even staggering, but he never stopped.
"Ancestor."
Seeing that something seemed wrong, Nangong Ming hurriedly questioned the elder.
Zhang Cheng said nothing, merely raising a hand to signal Nangong Ming and the other Nangong elder to remain calm.
Now, in the dim light, Song Yan was the only person left on the platform at the bottom of the river.
He stood just one step away from the core restriction surrounding the Sword Qi.
"Whew..." Song Yan slowly regulated his breathing, his body trembling slightly.
After those few steps, he even began to wonder whether the restriction's water-repelling effect was working.
His body felt so heavy that it was as though he were dragging the entire Lingyang River along.
In the darkness, a faint golden radiance slowly welled up in his eyes.
Song Yan raised his head and looked at the strand of Sword Qi before him.
Light swirled within the lotus heart in his Sword Mansion, seemingly forming an extremely faint connection with the Sword Qi before him.
The connection was indistinct, yet undeniably real.
Only now did he dare to be certain that the senior called "Mirage," whom he had encountered at Black Mountain and beyond Immortal-Descending Pass, was the very same person as the River Immortal Elder of Immortal-Descending Pass's legends.
Here, the ringing in his ears suddenly disappeared.
His surroundings were extraordinarily quiet.
Song Yan's entire mind was immersed in the strand of Sword Qi before him.
It seemed to possess a wondrous magic, drawing him closer, then closer still.
Song Yan drew a deep breath. The Sword Dao Lotus Platform inside him blazed with light as he forcefully took the final step