The power of the blood sacrifice began to activate!
Daoist Wan Hua, who had returned to the clouds at some point in time, had a calm expression and a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
"Buzz!"
Above Han Muye's head, sword light vibrated.
A golden light flashed in his eyes.
The Great Spirit combined with the power of the Spiritual Soul and used it as a sword.
When this sword light that condensed the Great Spirit and the power of the spirit combined with the sword above his head, the thousands of miles of Clear Lake seemed to be illuminated by the sun.
This was an indescribable light that illuminated one's heart.
"We sword cultivators have a sword in our hearts. When we strike, we strike from our hearts.
"This is the enlightened sword heart.
"My cultivation of the Sword Dao is mixed. The one that can show my comprehension the most is the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords."
