The Taotie pattern on the crossguard of the Zhu Xian sword suddenly came to life, and the bronze beastly face opened its maw wide. Eighty-three million Spirit Stones instantly turned into a blue torrent, swallowed whole into the body of the sword. The crisp sound of Spirit Stones colliding merged into a continuous roar, like a torrential rain beating against a jade basin.
Ling Xiao's pupils constricted sharply. He remained frozen in a hand seal gesture, a rare look of bewilderment blanketing his usually composed face. His slender fingers still hovered in mid-air, but the space before him was completely empty—not even the three million blood-stained Spirit Stones were left behind.
"Who am I? Where am I?" Ling Xiao muttered to himself subconsciously.
Chapter 93