"Quick!"
"Hurry to Lingyu Mountain!"
"The battle of the Sword Deities... no, the battle of the Sword Emperor, is about to erupt!"
...
Lingyu Mountain.
The Ghost Buddha Realm was in complete darkness, already fallen into the night.
Only Lingyu Mountain, where the An Sword cognition of Lord Bazhun'an had dispersed, still retained a sliver of orange dusk, as if protecting the dawn's vitality.
Yet, the afterglow cast upon the Fusang Wood and Lingyu Wood of this mountain showed no warmth, only the chill of winter.
Who said the setting sun was late, for the sky to be ablaze with clouds?
Clearly, sorrow welled up from within, filling the eyes with a ruined landscape!
Li Fugui stared blankly at the sudden appearance of the white-clothed swordsman before him, his head buzzing, vaguely guessing the person's identity.
"Where is Lord Bazhun'an?"
Hua Changdeng held a lantern and gripped a sword, his voice like a cold wind, showing no joy or sorrow, making one's hands and feet icy.
