A pause, a breath.
Amid the swirling, changing aura, he seemed possessed by countless powerful auras.
His aura was chaotic.
Yet, inexplicably, it expanded and intensified.
The sword in his hand grew increasingly cold, its sword blade gleaming ten thousand miles...
With the sword pointing at the sky dome, facing Taiyang, suddenly that floating sun seemed to be drawn into the sword.
The sun fell, and amid the darkness of heaven and earth, the sword flickered and vanished, its sword light rippling like the sun emerging, rendering the entire Wuming Sea fiery red...
As the sword light advanced, it seemed intent on destroying everything.
The sword light collided head-on with the mysterious stele!
In this instance, the advance of the mysterious stele, invincible in its path, momentarily stalled.
Yet, the sword light also paused.
The two were evenly matched, intertwined in mid-air, as if to determine the victor would require time.
