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Wei Qisheng, standing high above, looked down at the peak below that concealed the Myriad People Slaughter.
He used his spirit to scan downwards.
His spiritual power was not strong enough to encompass the entire mountain peak.
He could only scan portions of the mountain bit by bit.
After a while, he couldn't find the Myriad People Slaughter.
He could only grit his teeth and summon a violet flying sword.
The flying sword emitted waves of vibrations, resonating with the spiritual power between heaven and earth.
Wei Qisheng hastily chanted a spell, and a drop of blood, glowing, shot out from his chest.
This drop of blood was his heart's essence blood.
With his intention, the heart's blood fused into this violet flying sword.
'Guiding Flying Sword!'
Wei Qisheng chanted another spell, and the violet flying sword seemed to have a life of its own as it flew towards the Myriad People Slaughter.
