After endless ages, the God-Slaying Sword Formation has finally shone again.
Space, time, the sun, and the Taiyin—four grand Daoist phenomena pointing directly at the universe's essence—descend gloriously.
The Grand Dao interweaves like a shuttle, evolving into a myriad of sword qis like fine raindrops in the center of the array.
These sword qis continually stack, transforming into four different longswords.
There is a broad sword as vast as heaven and earth, representing space.
A slender sword as fine as a clock's hand, manipulating the river of time.
And the Yin Yang Dual Swords, embodying the utmost yang and yin, hardness, and softness.
Each sword emits a formidable energy that would make even the Great Powers wary.
"So strong, is this the might of the ancient first killing formation?" Kunxu was looking from afar, dumbfounded.
He had a feeling that if he were trapped within, he might not survive for half a day.
