Behind the gate, there was a spacious and magnificent hall, not much different from the Ice Goddess' palace hall in terms of splendor.
However, there was nothing there but a sword stuck in the center of the hall.
The sword was golden in color, quite long, and had two blades that looked like they could each cut through the sky.
Vaguely, there was a sharp light emanating from the sword. The light seemed to be able to tear apart whoever it enveloped because when you looked closely, you would find countless sword slashes within the light.
Elder Meng took a deep breath when she saw the sword. She looked at Jian Wuxin, nodding lightly to her.
The latter then took a step into the hall, toward the sword.
Her steps were slow but every time the soles of her feet stepped on the floor of the hall, the sound of footsteps echoed loudly.
Jian Wuxin quickly arrived in front of the sword.
