Misty Mountain, in the central plaza of the Wayless Sect.
Ye Luo and several other disciples had gathered together.
Among them, Zhang Han, Dantai Luo Xue, and a few others stood on one side of the square.
In the very center of the square.
Ye Luo was sitting cross-legged, surrounded by countless Sword Qi, enveloped by Sword Intent.
The Sword Qi and Sword Intent were vast and dense, almost forming a long river standing upright against the sky.
Within this river of swords, a faint trace of undying essence was flowing.
This undying essence was elusive and extremely subtle.
But this undying essence was also incredibly terrifying.
Zhang Han and others, even standing far away, could still feel the terrifying menace.
That trace of undying essence seemed as if it could easily annihilate them.
"What do you think Senior Brother must have realized? This aura is too terrifying, isn't it? I feel that if I got any closer, I'd be slashed into ashes."
