Humming, humming, humming—!
The sword chant is brilliant, the sword qi is rampant!
The world of Strange Que is gloomy, as if shrouded by dense black clouds, faintly emanating traces of blood color, filled with oppression and blockage, and strangeness.
And this sword intent, bursting out from the Mysterious Temple, is brilliant and vast, dazzling and bright!
It dispelled the endless darkness, turning the world into boundless white, with countless streams of sword qi, like Jiao Long dragons rolling, winding around the pillar of sword energy.
As if wanting to pierce a hole in the dome of the heavens of Strange Que!
The black cloud layers ripple with waves, resembling a carpet spread out, folding and wrinkling!
The Mysterious Fog, amidst the "hissing" sound, slowly dissipated, making the world much clearer.
Roar, roar, roar—
The sounds of roaring echoing continuously within the world of Strange Que, are the roars of the Temple Guardian Cursed Corpses, bizarre demons, and so on.
