Li Wen hovered in the air, his gaze locked on a towering black mountain several thousand meters away. The peak was shaped like a colossal sword, seeming to pierce the very heavens.
He didn't draw upon a shred of his Primordial Spirit's power, relying purely on his newly formed, Venerable Level True Aura.
At a mere thought, the vast True Aura within him—which had undergone a qualitative transformation—instantly began to seethe.
He swiped his spatial bracelet, and the Jinghong Saber appeared in his hand.
The blade hummed, resonating with its master's intent.
He slashed through the air toward the thousand-meter-high peak!
SCHRRIIIP—!
There was no earth-shattering boom. Instead, a blade of violet-gold aura appeared from nothing. It was condensed to the absolute limit, as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it seemed capable of slicing through space itself.
