"Clang—!"
Ten thousand ancient swords, sealed at the abyss's floor, burst from the earth. Like pilgrims, they danced in a circle around the secret chamber, finally forming a dazzling "sword cloud" high above.
The ancestral grounds of the Jiang clan shook violently. Deep within, three sword pavilion elders, in secluded cultivation for a millennium, snapped open their eyes.
Chapter 671