"SWISH—!"
That streak of archaic gray light shooting out from the breached hole in the Seal of the All Marvelous Heaven was faster than the measure of time itself. Plunging from the endless Celestial Vault, it struck with pinpoint accuracy, sinking into the blindingly bright, pale-gold sword scar right between Qi Yun's brows!
"HUM—!!!"
There was no earth-shattering boom, only a deep, vast resonance that seemed to originate from the deepest depths of the soul.
In the next instant—
The divine light in Qi Yun's blazing white eyes, bright as a raging sun, suddenly surged a hundredfold!
The brilliance of a Sword Intent filled with terrifying concepts surged forth. Deep within his pupils, the phantom of a miniature gray Ancient Sword seemed to flash past, reflecting horrifying visions of sinking heavens and falling immortals and gods.
