Atop Shuangmu Island, the sky shimmered with light, filled with Sword Qi and Spirit Light.
Sword Lotus blooms of the Sword Dao blazed in the void everywhere.
Lin Xianzhi stood with his sword, his whole body engulfed in golden sword light.
At this moment, not only was he at the peak of Foundation Establishment, but he had also successfully transitioned and fully cultivated the Golden Lotus Sword Scripture.
However, his complexion was poor, as more powerful sword scriptures and sword lotuses meant a greater consumption of True Yuan.
In his hand, he pinched a Jade Bottle, within which lingered the last drop of thousand-year Spirit Milk.
This was already the last drop!
His eyes gazed into the distance, hesitating whether to take it or not.
Outside the Spirit Shield, an even more massive Sea Cloud Bird displayed its majesty, with wings spanning thirty zhang, its countless green feathers scattering dazzling Spirit Light, and storms brewing in the void.
