"Welcome to the space between the Heavenly Vault, Xuantian," a voice that was both ancient and yet youthful echoed from the Heaven Pillar to the northeast. Qing Yu looked over and indeed saw a familiar deep blue figure seated upon a throne with countless shifting trajectories.
"The space between the Heavenly Vault does have its resemblance," Qing Yu glanced briefly at the white mist swirling around and nodded gently to the central Jun Heaven, "I have seen Sword God."
"It seems that Sword God's reputation in the worldly society remains undiminished, even a youngster like Xuantian recognizes you," Elder Shiming laughed heartily.
"In the world, the only swordsman capable of injuring this poor Daoist from afar should only be one."
A mysterious smile hung on the corners of Qing Yu's mouth as he looked toward Elder Shiming, "Moreover, Bian Tian, you're also a young man, at least in body."
"Xuantian..." Elder Shiming's words turned grave.
