Li Hao uncrossed his legs and sat under the eaves, quietly gazing at the layers of clouds. He could feel the exuberant spiritual sense of Gong Ming. It was not fearful but rather filled with an unstoppable momentum.
As claps of thunder rumbled repeatedly, the clouds were suddenly torn apart after some time. A beam of sword light illuminated the heavens and earth, as though it sought to cleave Saint Mountain itself in two.
The clouds were bisected, and a massive sword descended slowly from within, akin to an emperor reigning supreme over the mortal world.
Though it was merely a sword, as it descended, it seemed to become the sole radiance of existence, attracting all attention.
"Whose sword is that?"
"It looks like a Divine Weapon undergoing tribulation."
"I heard from friends in the Artifact Ancestor Sacred Land that crafting a Divine Weapon often invites calamity. The thunder fire tribulations vary depending on the level of the Divine Weapon. I wonder who owns this weapon."
