The spiritual energy in Zhang Huajin's hands coalesced once more.
Behind him, it seemed as though the honor of an Immortal was reflected, boundless majestic celestial radiance descending.
It illuminated the entire firmament, its brilliance even surpassing the radiance of the Zixia Holy Land.
"Sword inheriting the Heavenly Dao."
Another sword descended, and this was not merely a sword; it seemed to transform into the boundless Heavenly Dao.
The sword wielded the power of the firmament.
Carrying the entirety of the Heavenly Dao, as the radiance descended, the expression of the Bright Mirror Great Saint drastically changed.
His heart pounded ceaselessly, this was the feeling of death approaching, his bright mirror forewarning him.
In this instant, the Bright Mirror Great Saint had no time to think of anything else, he directly put away the mirror, his figure leaping into the depths of the void, attempting to evade this strike.
