Elsewhere.
Chu Xianyu sat cross-legged in the void, her robe fluttering softly, eyes closed. Cangbi in front of her transformed into an iron spike, emitting green-colored sword qi, forming a barrier that shielded her from the illusionary formation set up by the magical Daoist in the sky.
Due to her cultivation limit, her physical body could not bear too much power from the Immortal Sword.
Moreover, the divine power employed by the magical Daoist was profound and powerful. It couldn't possibly come from a small sect or faction; it must be of significant origin.
At first, she thought the magical Daoist was from the seven gates of the Demon Path, as he exuded a violent magic power, extremely similar to the True Qi of a Demon Cultivator. But seeing the formation, she began to question this. Over the past year, she had crossed swords with quite a few Demon Cultivators and had seen most of their techniques.
