Time flew by, and three months had passed.
In the mountain forests,
Su Nanxing and Gu Chaoyang, with an ever-more profound aura, drew their swords from their sheaths, vigilantly gazing in all directions.
At their center, Gu Jinlai, fully armed, decapitated a Winged Dragon Upper Demon with a single stroke of his sword.
The next moment, behind him a grand and blazing Great Sun phantom seemed to materialize, radiating endless light and heat, illuminating everything around, with an intensity almost capable of incinerating the perception of others' spirits.
But when people opened their eyes wide and looked towards him, there was nothing there.
It was as if that brilliant Great Sun was nothing more than a non-existent phantom.
