Sacred land, treasure pavilion!
At this moment.
It was the ninetieth day since Ye Qingchen began studying the sword manual.
"Zheng!"
A long, sword-like cry reverberated instantly through the void, lasting without cease.
The once ruined sacred land had long since returned to its original state. Upon hearing the sword cry, the ordinary members of the Su Race were no longer as astonished as they had been that day, simply glancing distantly into the depths of the sacred land before returning to their tasks.
As for the celestial immortals, upon hearing the sword cry, what appeared in their eyes was profound fear and shock.
"The master has gained new enlightenment!"
Su Qinhu gazed into the void, unable to restrain his amazement.
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