A woman was standing before Yang Ye. She wore a white dress, and she had a cold and aloof expression. She was like a piece of 10,000 year old ice and emanated ghastly coldness. Her figure was ethereal and indistinct like smoke, and it was like she would be blown away with the wind at any moment.

After she appeared here, the sword intent in the surroundings surged towards her and were completely absorbed by her.

The sword spirit!

She was the sword spirit who had been in deep sleep for so long!

Yang Ye visibly relaxed when he saw her, and then he smiled, “You really took a long nap.”

The Sword Spirit replied, “Isn’t it all your fault?”

Yang Ye chuckled while a trace of guilt could be seen in his eyes, “Don’t worry, I’m an Emperor now, my body is at the Epoch Realm, and my sword intent is at the Rebirth Rank. I think I can control your strength now. From now on, you won’t fall into a deep sleep because of me.”

She glanced at him and nodded slightly, “I never expected you to have grown to such a level.”

Suddenly, a voice resounded in the sky, “A sword that transcends the ranking syste...