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Having left the ancient village, for reasons unknown the brilliance of the sky dimmed, shrouded by a layer of night veil that seemed to appear from nowhere, as if a solar eclipse had suddenly occurred.
In such darkness, Zhu Minglang drew his sword and flew out, his Silver Dawn Sword glowing like the first break of dawn amid the eerie twilight.
His silver hair remaining unchanged, Zhu Minglang exuded an ancient aura, as though he were a ten-thousand-year-old Sword Immortal awakening from a slumber at the edge of the God Territory, his emergence accompanied by a chill that rapidly froze the churning Void Sea between the two God Territories and inexplicably silenced the restless and tumultuous Earth Veins.
Zhu Minglang leapt across the Sea of Nothingness, while the Moon Blessing White Dragon and the grey-haired Evil Sword Master fought fiercely midair.
