The clouds and rain give birth to lightning, while the flying snow crosses the spring.
Yin and Yang cycle, the four seasons alternate.
A moment, as if eternity.
Bazhunnan stood at the center of the Famous Sword Formation, stately and magnificent, with the Silver Moon Sword Sea as his backdrop, resembling the reincarnation of the Sword God, towering and unreachable.
Yet, he was not a Deva, but grounded in this world, possessing the real color of human smoke and fire.
He then pointed at the illusionary gate in the void, looked aside, smiling as he spoke:
"Brother Hua, allow me to inquire for you."
The five regions were stirred with waves of emotion.
This majestic and grand scene could only be borne today.
A decade too early or too late, to miss it would be a lifelong regret.
Hua Changdeng took a deep breath, at this moment, where was Xu Xiaoshou in his heart?
The Path was just ahead!
The one asking the Dao, besides Bazhunnan, there was no one else.
