“Come…” Old Man Di neither retreated nor advanced. From head to toe, his clothing moved freely of the wind, and he faced upwards and laughed earnestly, “I want to see what kind of power you can show in your hands with the Ketu-Rahu Sword that I myself forged!”

His doubts didn’t last for a second. In the next, he quickly stood dazed in place because he saw… in the rolling black qi, all that remained was a nebulous manifestation of a tall man from ancient times. This wasn’t a cultivator, but rather a man who was clad in a mortal soldier’s armor.

Black mist ascended. In his hand, he carried a map. In the following instant, this map unfurled with a hail of crashing sounds. In the end, a dagger unexpectedly appeared! The map discarded and the blade in sight, a black dagger was revealed! [1]

Swoosh. This sound didn’t come from Xu Yangyi’s mouth but instead from the resonance among endless black qi. It seemed to step across countless years and moons to descend upon the year 2021.

Swoosh, one simple word. Nameless; this wasn’t a divine ability, but at this moment, all qi abruptly surged and billowed. In the air, a tremendous ten-meter-wide sword, curled upon by black qi, awesomely condensed and rushed towards Old Man Di! 

“Flowers yet not flowers… mists yet not mists.” Old Man Di’s gaze was like fire, yet his voice was exceptionally unperturbed. “Mirror Flower, Water Moon!”...