In the boundless starry sky, a thunder tribulation cloud spanning a hundred thousand kilometers covered the heavens and blotted out the Great Sun, eclipsing all starlight.
Jiang Ding stood amidst the dark void, gazing at his Taiqing Flying Sword with eyes that carried a faint trace of affection and intimacy, as it chirped joyfully beneath the thundercloud.
This was his Life Flying Sword.
The anchor of his lifelong path; where the sword exists, he exists—if the sword perishes, so does he.
After years of brewing, the rules thunder permeated the entirety of the immense cloud, emanating a fearsome aura of destruction, as though intent on annihilating the variable that had suddenly broken through beneath the heavens.
At this moment, the Taiqing Flying Sword had also completed its breakthrough.
