All the force within the sword ray collided with the vine-like cloud sword.
Poof!
The cloud sword swiftly turned into a ball of fog that was even more dazzling than a rainbow, but in the blink of an eye, the splendid fog was torn apart into thin sword rays.
Su Qingye and gang were stunned by this sight. They were the most beautiful sword rays ever.
The thin sword rays were as if they’d been ground into mica sheets, overflowing with light and brilliance like the world’s most beautiful colors. There were specks of golden sand on top that appeared to be moving about.
The sword produced a sweet-sounding sword chime, which spread across the whole city like surfacing ripples.
Upon hearing the sword chime, Ai Hui, who was meditating, lowered his gaze and spread open his azure wings. He flew up and saw the splendor from far away. Without hesitating, he dashed toward that light.
