Si Lingle and Youming found a small island and prepared to form a Contract with their acquired swords.
One cave, two chambers.
In the eastern chamber, lightning was cascading like a waterfall. Si Lingle sat cross-legged amidst ten thousand streams of purple lightning, the Thunder Sword in front of him continuously slashing out heaven-splitting edges.
In the western chamber, demonic flames surged to the heavens, Youming's Mystic Robe billowing. The Demon Sword's black flames transformed into chains, constantly attacking Youming.
At the Hour of the Tiger on the seventh day, the two swords suddenly resonated with each other through the air.
