Turbulent sword ki suddenly enveloped Tianming and the white-browed elderly man, isolating them from everyone else. It was like a vast ocean, and aside from the whistling sword ki echoing in the Hexapath Sword Palace, nothing else aside from heavy breathing could be heard.

Other than Feiling, nobody could move their feet. Their eyes were wide, and their expressions were frozen on their faces. They looked in Tianming’s direction for a long time. Fifteen minutes later, Jian Wuyi opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

“My worldview that was constructed over the past hundred years is all broken now. Your Eminence, can you tell me why? How can a sky saint break the six Sword Formations that are unprecedented in history?” Jian Wuyi asked with a hoarse voice.

Breaking the six formations wouldn’t increase Tianming’s cultivation, but it was significant for swordsmen in the Flameyellow Continent. Tianming was brought back by their ‘god’, so they could only look at Feiling in search of an explanation.

They couldn’t figure out how Tianming had accomplished this, and wanted to gain a balance in their hearts. Logically speaking, this was a...