Ten Thousand Demon Country, Qingqiu, Spirit Venerate Mountain.
Standing at the peak, Chen Sansi suddenly sensed a mysterious fluctuation from the sky.
He looked cautiously and saw a faint golden light emerging from behind the thick clouds, growing brighter and finally tearing through the heavens and crashing onto the giant rock ahead.
"Clang——"
Accompanied by a crisp sword cry, the golden light gradually dispersed, revealing its true form—a flying sword with a pale gold body and a silver-white blade.
"What is this?"
Chen Sansi found it familiar and stepped forward: "The rusted sword from the courtyard at the foot of Qingxu Sect?"
"It's called 'Taia.'"
Li Guanfu explained: "It seems Mu Chutai acquired it from a secret realm years ago. It's said to be a sword left by immortals from the upper realm, with an extremely high grade."
"Taia..."
Chen Sansi had no interest in admiring the sword's craftsmanship: "The master's sword appearing here indicates..."
"Yes."
