"Immortal Butterfly..."
Jiang Ding muttered the name.
He looked at the woman in front of him, and for a moment, complex feelings of admiration, affection, and kinship flooded his heart. Over nearly ten thousand years, all emotions had fused together, becoming like family.
Even his Great Sun Swordsmanship could be separated...
Clang!
The Taiqing Flying Sword hummed, vibrating, emanating waves of destruction and killing intent.
This sword cry, full of violent killing intent, forcefully cut through layers of illusion realms, revealing the true memories and true world.
The layers of illusion realms were not annihilated; they surged forward like ocean tides.
In the interval when the waves of illusion rolled back, clarity appeared once more.
Clang!
Jiang Ding slowly drew the Taiqing Flying Sword.
"Truly, a great opportunity..."
"Immortal Butterfly, Fellow Daoist."
