A flick of the finger, seventy years.
In the deepest part of the Yin Yang Grotto Heaven, Chen Sheng's demon Yin Soul was enveloped in the hazy black and white energy, continuously comprehending the Yin Yang Dao Rhyme.
Meanwhile, in the Eastern Domain of Han Country, time flowed like the river of the Eastern Domain, carrying the morning frost and evening snow of White Crane Mountain Peak.
On this day, at the peak of the Cloud Sea of White Crane Mountain, Chen Sheng's human Yang Soul finally slowly opened its eyes.
"Buzz—"
The sound of the sword did not come from the outside world but surged from the depths of his pupils, initially as faint as a mosquito's buzz, then suddenly transforming into the sound as of a thousand armies clashing.
Two streams of silvery-white sword intent burst forth from the depths of his eyes, like two light dragons swimming, circling around him once before crashing straight into the rolling Cloud Sea outside.
