“Ingress?!” Jiang Chen’s eyes widened when he registered the enormous ray of sword light.

Daoist Ingress’ sword light proceeded forward without pause once it set off. It would neither retreat nor scatter before it reached its target. One could say that he was the foremost swordmaster beneath all the heavens.

Even though only his replica was here, the Qingping Sword [1] he wielded was his personal treasure. When he weathered his empyrean sovereign tribulation, he borrowed the tribulation’s thunder and lightning to craft the treasure. While the Qingping Sword couldn’t measure up to his four swords, it contained all of the great dao that he ever cultivated in his life.

Daoist Ingress knew that Lu Yun was here, so he sent his personal treasure with his replica. His primary body was traversing...