The four immortal swords began to dance on the grave... ahem, they began to circle above the seal, leaving traces and causing fluctuations in space.
Space is like water, and the ripples seep into the land of this desolate world little by little, like spring rain, awakening the earth.
Suddenly, the earth was filled with spiritual light, and little points of light appeared, like scales; but gradually, illusory patterns appeared between these light points, and a magnificent formation slowly emerged.
The formation floated up little by little and was completely separated from the earth; this desolate world seemed to have welcomed infinite vitality: tender sprouts appeared from the earth, and soon grasslands and forests appeared.
The formation continued to float up, and a world composed of formations slowly emerged; it seemed that this formation was the soul of this land, which was now in the process of leaving the body and was about to be completed.
Finally, a hemispherical formation appeared. In the center of this magnificent formation that covered the entire desolate land, a proud figure appeared.
He was wearing a black robe, noble yet murderous; he looked very young, standing there with his eyes closed; a dark blue sword was hanging on his waist, his left hand was on the scabbard, his right hand was slightly raised, with a jade seal in the palm of his hand.
The seal continued to float up, and it turned out to be a spherical shape; and below the seal, there were four immortal swords' sword lights hovering, supporting the entire formation; the main ability of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian was to support the seal.
Suddenly, the sealed person opened his eyes. They were a pair of indescribable eyes. In the depths of his eyes, there was a phantom of a purple river in the sky. As he opened his eyes, the seals around him shattered, and the desolate world beneath him also trembled and cracked violently. With a loud bang, the small world was completely shattered.
As the seal and the small world were broken, the sword light of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation returned to the immortal sword, and the four immortal swords flew towards the man like tired birds returning to the forest.
He waved his hand gently, and the four immortal swords were recalled. He asked softly, "Is it time?"
The sound was very light, but the surrounding void was shaking slightly. Its power was shocking.
The eldest of the four immortal swords, the Immortal-Slaying Sword, shyly floated in front of the man and said, "Master, the time is running out... but... but... look!"
As he said this, he turned the side of his body (the blade of the sword) with the words on it towards the man.
When the man heard "not enough time", a little anger flashed in his eyes, but when he saw the words on the sword, he frowned suddenly. On the sword, it was written:
[Zhu Xian Sword 108]
What was going on? The man was stunned, but the next moment, he understood:
Someone actually copied the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, and the quality exceeded the original Four Swords of Zhu Xian. Moreover, the number of copies was quite large, with 107 sets exceeding the quality of the original Four Swords of Zhu Xian.
The man frowned.
Angry? No, as a true saint, I rarely feel angry. It may not be right to say that my heart is as calm as water, but it is better to say that reason is supreme.
As one of the three sages of the universe, Shangqing, I once wanted to fight for the qualification of "transcendence". That state of not fearing the destruction of heaven and earth, that kind of vigilance that transcends the world.
But this is easier said than done. In every infinite kalpa, only one or two people with great fortune can transcend.