"I don't remember creating this place..." Qingyi heard Ruxue's voice in his head, his grip on the heaven-defying thunder sword intensifying as he observed his surroundings.
Everything looked the same, the density of Qi, the deafening silence, the black, stony walls.
Nothing had changed, but Qingyi couldn't allow himself to let his guard down.
After long moments, the answer to his doubts finally arrived.
He felt the air tremble, a thunderous crackling noise spreading throughout the fourth floor as the wall slowly opened up.
Qingyi held his sword ready. His lightning sword Qi spread across the blade, which glowed brightly.
In all the swords he had ever used, the metal immediately showed signs of fatigue when he circulated his Qi through them, but the heaven-defying thunder sword was different.
It was like a bottomless pit, devouring all the Qi poured into its blade and slowly growing stronger.
'Yes... that's the sword I needed...'
