What was with that vision of that ancient sword piercing through darkness? And what was going on with that obscure vision of that ethereal figure? Clenching the Luo Chen Sword, Ling Chuxi thought about the stream of odd spiritual consciousness in her sword. If she remembered it correctly, it should be the second time, no, the third time this sword had saved her.
If Ling Chuxi was still doubtful of the stream of spiritual consciousness in the Luo Chen Sword in the past, then this time she was sure that within the Luo Chen Sword, there was indeed a hidden sword spirit. It was just that she did not know the reason why the sword spirit did not seem to be whole and was not entirely awakened.
Ling Chuxi caressed the hilt of the sword and lamented within her heart. She knew that she had walked along the path before the ghost door earlier on. The veiled woman before her really had a level of cultivation that was too terrifying.
