Amidst the peaks shrouded in clouds and mist, a Daoist sat by the cliff with a sword resting on his knees. The sharp momentum formed shadows of swords around him, like flying birds, like swimming fish, flickering and circling.
He was like a stone statue, sitting motionless by the cliff, with a faint metallic sheen emerging on his skin, cold and non-human.
Until a certain moment, the sword on the Daoist's knees suddenly hummed, emitting a vast and desolate aura of slaughter.
The figure like a stone statue instantly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with extreme coldness.
He heard murmurs from all directions, as invisible telekinesis converged on the Lifebound Flying Sword on his knees, transmitting into the heart of him as the Sword Master.
At the same time, along with the rise of the aura of slaughter, there was also divine light flashing, vaguely like tens of thousands of thunder booming together, shaking the mind.
