On the mountain peak, countless strands of Sword Qi shattered the void.
Ordinary Saints approaching might be sliced to pieces.
But none of this could affect the dark figure meditating in front of the Nine-leaf Sword Grass.
He was like a towering black iron tower, or a Demon God in meditation.
Not even a shred of the myriad Sword Qi came near him!
The pressure from his figure was immense, like a Demon Venerable boss.
Cang Li of the Cangjie Immortal Dynasty frowned, his eyes showing deep thought.
The inheritors of the Nine Great Immortal Dynasties had some understanding of each other.
Previously in his eyes, Chi Lie had a solitary nature, and while strong, wasn't powerful enough to make Cang Li feel apprehensive.
It was somewhat inconceivable.
"It seems Chi Lie has gained considerable fortune in this period." Cang Li's eyes showed a trace of solemnity.
The Nine Great Immortal Dynasties were not a monolith.
