The remnants of the sunset struggled to penetrate the sinister haze of the Ghost Buddha Realm.
Passing through the Sword Sea and falling onto the boundless white snow, the entire mountain was filled with mulberry, and the branches were tinged with desolation.
"Sshh..."
The sound of the wind remained, as did the sound of the snow.
The Sword Ancestor had left, and Gu, Xiao, and Lei were taken away too.
Raising their eyes, they looked into the void, where only two solemn figures remained, their auras as desolate as the winter cold.
The sky was like an overturned bowl, protecting the myriad of beings inside, while also obscuring the scenery outside.
Thus, everything became unknown.
Humans are spiritual beings, born with a premonition of danger.
Even though the current situation was unclear, without looking back or blinking, they instinctively glanced at the two ancient swordsmen in the void.
