Half a sword blade kept drawing closer, and the scene from the past subtly began to spread a few cracks.
And as this segment of the past turned peculiar.
Qi Xiu's body suddenly became ethereal and blurry, seemingly real and illusory, tinged with a sense of vanishing at any moment.
Buzz——
At the moment when the weakest past was about to be erased.
A plain and elegant bluish-white spiritual light suddenly rose from Qi Xiu's brow's ancestral aperture, wisps of clear breath continuously cascading like a flowing waterfall, firmly blocking the sword blade thrust by the Mystic Monarch from the outside.
"Hmm?"
His gaze slightly shifting, the Mystic Monarch scanned the suddenly appearing subtle breath, and a flash of purple intention reflected in his pupils, immediately casting back an image.
It was a deeply hidden talisman script!
This talisman was about a foot long, its whole body seemingly crafted from blue gold, permeating a dense aura.
