There Is Wind and Snow, Yet No Mortal Realm

In truth, it was not only Wang Ming. Many other Returning Origin Immortal Sect disciples felt the same way.

After all, the two had been fighting when they suddenly exchanged smiles like kindred spirits. It truly fit the legendary bond between men!

But their Changge Divine Son and Ling Heng had only met for the first time!

For them to forge a bond between men just like that was a little too exaggerated!

At the same time.

The auras around Su Changge and Ling Heng surged wildly, like immortal volcanoes that had slumbered through the ages and now completely awakened!

In a daze, the world around the two seemed to transform into two terrifying Sword Qi Worlds, their released auras continuously colliding and rumbling.

Together with the surging sword qi swirling around them, they resembled two peerless divine blades drawn from their sheaths, their sharp edges reflecting across the sky.

Then, Ling Heng was the first to raise the Human Realm Sword above his head.

Whoosh—

A bitter wind suddenly swept through heaven and earth, and the temperature plummeted.

Under everyone's horrified gazes, dense flakes of snow, soft as catkins, began drifting down from the sky.

Ling Heng, standing at the heart of the falling snow, had unknowingly closed his eyes. The wind and snow descending from above seemed like continuously falling sword qi energy, constantly merging into his body.

At the same time, the Human Realm Sword in Ling Heng's hand—and even Ling Heng himself—became enveloped in a faint blue radiance.

It cast his figure in an air of desolation and weathered vicissitude.

He seemed like a wandering swordsman walking through the Mortal Realm, sensing the loneliness of all living beings amid the boundless wind and snow.

It was solitude, it was pride, it was the loneliness of standing