"We're here, it's just ahead," said the white-haired woman as she stopped walking. She became cautious and vigilant, her expression was extremely serious and solemn.　　0

Just as she initially said, there weren't any dangers on the journey that couldn't be confronted. The crucial point was this final stretch of road, where everything was different, making one's Dao unstable.　　0

Now, even Wang Xuan felt that his Dao was fluctuating, like ripples on a water surface.　　0

Clang!　　0

He manifested the Purple Celestial Dao Sword, the cold blade and the purple-hued sword body appearing in his right hand. He was ready to deal with unknown threats at any time. The furnace lid glowed and enlarged, being used as a shield in his left hand.　　0

In this era, perhaps only supreme treasures still retained some transcendent power, while various flying swords, treasures, divine objects, and so on had mostly become mundane.　　0

"Senior, do you need a weapon?" Wang Xuan asked.　　0

The white-haired woman shook her head, traces of age showing on her beautiful face. Although her eyes still held vitality, there were noticeable crow's feet at the corners.　　0

She stared ahead and said, "The fluctuations of power in your body are smaller than mine. Weapons are more useful in your hands. Later, I may become weak unexpectedly, or even become a mortal."　　0

"I'll do my best!" Wang Xuan said.　　0

The white-haired woman remained...0