Liang Hui held the Longsword in one hand, his gaze sweeping the surroundings with an indifferent and calm expression.
Only when the watching eyes had all dissipated did his figure slowly fade away, disappearing from the battlefield.
In the deepest depths of Chaos, where the Chaos Aura pervaded every minute space, and the Great Path was repelled, the young man sat on a Chaos-colored meditation cushion.
Suddenly, his complexion turned pale as his aura, which had been at its peak, began to slide and diminish.
His gaze fell upon the Xuanyuan Sword resting on his knees, and a hint of helplessness flickered across his face.
A single full-force swing of the sword had nearly drained him, fortunately, no beings had detected his anomaly, or none were willing to bet on whether he still had the strength to fight.
He reached out his palm, placed it upon the sword, and gave a gentle flick.
Clang~
In an instant, the Xuanyuan Sword transformed into Flowing Light and entered his embrace.
