From the Tiansang Spirit Palace, to the White Cave, to Dongtianwang City, to Abyss Island, to the Four Symbols Secret Realm, to Jade Capital City, shining in the Ancestral God's battle...
Quick!
Too quick!
He Ting is not high, standing here, you can gaze eastward at the past Jade Capital, glimpse the turbulence of spacetime, and see a corner of Abyss Island in the Eastern Region.
It seems as though the entire world, at this moment, is creating momentum for Xu Xiaoshou, nurturing him, not just in Jade Capital or Abyss Island, but even in the Seven Breaks and Apricot Realm.
At the tip of He Ting's cloud, the mountain like a sheath, man like a sword, water as the name, three years like a blink, yet brewing ten thousand years of vicissitudes, thus intention formed, path formed, sword formed, hair not white, man returned to zero, sword with name unsheathed.
...
"Ha!"
In the Tiansang Spirit Palace, the young man commanded the sword, trembling and swaying.
