A moment later, Ye Xuan withdrew his gaze, raised his hand, and tossed the Guo Hezu. It transformed into a speck of black light and disappeared into the Life Palace between his eyebrows.
"Let's go."
Ye Xuan softly called out, with his hands in his pockets, he stepped into the void and left.
......
He Ziming left the Sword Tomb.
At the earliest opportunity, he headed straight for the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect in Zhongxuan Mountain.
As he approached the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect, He Ziming detected an unusual scent.
It was————
Extremely pure Sword Intent!
So rare, even within the Sword Tomb, it's hard to find Sword Intent that pure.
"Has such a Sword Cultivator emerged within the Fierce Sun Heavenly Sect?"
He Ziming was quite surprised.
However, as he drew closer, He Ziming's brow furrowed.
The Sword Intent was tinged with resoluteness and a carefree attitude, as if a Great Sword Cultivator had exerted his power in one final battle.
