In the Eastern Province.
The Taiyi Sword Sect, atop the main peak of the Xuan Song Seventy-two Mountain Range.
Dark clouds gathered densely, streaks of lightning flashing intermittently, bursting with deafening roars.
Rumble rumble…
A shocking wave of mana spread from the main peak, rolling towards the entire Taiyi Sword Sect.
Fortunately, the Sect had a protective formation that mitigated the mana fluctuation.
Otherwise, the still-under-construction buildings within the Sect would have likely all collapsed.
...
Atop the main peak.
Ye Luo stood high above in the sky, feet on a flying sword, eyes covered with a layer of black light, the golden mark on his forehead flickering with light, his body surrounded by a hazy golden mist.
From a distance, he appeared like a god overlooking the mortal world, his terrifying presence intimidating all.
At this moment, Ye Luo's gaze was fixed on the forest below the main peak, where trees lay uprooted and fallen.
