Perhaps it was due to the ages of distance being too long,
or maybe the ability brought by the sword technique to see through the weaknesses of all things was too strong—most likely both.
In any case, the Taiji Hall, protected by the Celestial Constellation Grand Formation, was split open just like that.
The hall's door collapsed, the temple was torn apart, dust rose, smoke curled around.
Like the World Venerate Buddha and the ancient Daoist, Zhang Fusheng, with his Feathered Immortal Slaying Sword in hand and the Pangu Banner formed from a secret scripture hanging beside him,
walked step by step into the dust, under the trembling gaze of three people, he gently blew a breath, a great wind arose, clearing the smoke and dust.
Everything inside the hall became visible at a glance.
Table, candle, offering platform, hanging sword, purple robe, Emperor's Throne.
