"Sword energy soars wildly with songs, Galaxy spans thirty thousand miles."
"Cursed Yin, why does it cease to rest? For the dragon chants arise!"
...
Swish!
Thirty million Void Sky Holy Swords converge into one ultimate light.
That light breaks through the Sky River above and pierces the earth below, rising from the thin figure of a youth below Sui Tian Shou; initially pushing aside the horizontal ripples of light, strongly enough to break through the detention.
Next, as the tips of the vicious sword, Fourth Swords, proudly rise, their energy and intent furiously tear apart the Dao, angrily breaking the anonymity.
Clearly rooted in the eighteenth layer of the Divine Relics.
With one lift of the sword, one heavily falls through spacetime, falling back to the First Heavens.
But...
Light!
