The North, at the Sea of Clouds.
"Quite the grand display."
Lü Yang walked out of his Cave Mansion and stood with his hands behind his back. He looked up at the Sword Light that stretched across the heavens from south to north. Deep within his pupils, the image of a figure appeared.
It was none other than True Monarch Gangxing.
This Great Perfected Lord from the Sword Pavilion, known for his refined and composed demeanor, now appeared much younger. He had looked middle-aged before, but now he had reverted to the appearance of a young man.
It was clear he had brought himself to his absolute peak for this battle. With the foundation of a Great Perfected Lord, even Lü Yang, who now stood on the threshold of a First-class True Monarch, couldn't help but feel immense pressure. However, he didn't let it show, his expression remaining calm.
"Daoist, you seem quite confident."
