Mo Yunzhou exhausted every last thread of true essence, sending it into Yang Yuanhong's body, then drifted down as well.
Yang Yuanhong, gathering the strength of countless prodigies, entered a state of empty, otherworldly stillness. His entire dragon form seemed to merge with the Taicang Sword, reaching a wondrous state where you were in me, and I was in you.
Seeing this, Ling Shuang's confidence swelled. If she had unleashed this sword alone, her odds of victory would have been no more than twenty percent.
But now that Yang Yuanhong had mounted the sword, their chances of destroying the demonic claw's divine sense had risen to nearly fifty percent.
"This sword bears the lifeline of us Dao cultivators. It is gripped by the fates of you and me."
Ling Shuang murmured softly, then slowly raised her sword, pouring out every scrap of her sword intent without reservation.
"This sword will cleave apart the blood sea's delusive dream, sever the death calamity of all cultivators, and become the strongest sword I, Ling Shuang, wield within the realm of Seeking Dao!"
Whoosh—
At that thought, all sounds fell silent.
The blood sea stilled, the surging clouds ceased, and the raging wind abruptly died.
It was as though, in that instant, everything between heaven and earth had yielded before the sword in her hand.
On the sword vessel, the prodigies who were nearly spent to the last drop also held their breaths and raised their heads with all their strength. As far as their eyes could see, there was only one person, one dragon, and one sword in the heavens.
Then, in the next instant, as a gentle breeze brushed past their ears, the Taicang Sword rose amid heaven and earth's silence!
"Peerless Startling Swan!"
Clang—
The dragon shadow and sword light completely