Several hours later, beside a silvery pond reflecting the dazzling starlight.
In the pond, the Canglong Seven Lodgings Formation had unknowingly changed and was now shrouded in a dull blue mist. Starlight refracting from beneath the water surface cast a seemingly celestial aura on the four people beside the pond, giving off an unfathomable and eerie feeling.
Liu Ming sat cross-legged, his eyes firmly fixed on the ever-changing starlight, his hands forming one mysterious seal after another.
Suddenly, a barely audible chirp sounded, and a pale golden flying sword materialized above his head.
With a movement of his sword-fingering gesture, the blade of the flying sword burst into a cluster of stardust, transforming into a golden meteor that shot into the Canglong Seven Lodgings Formation, weaving through it in some mysterious trajectory.
The starlight of the formation flickered incessantly as the void sword passed through.
