The rugged mountains suddenly trembled, clouds surged like boiling water. A blue-gold sword light burst from the ground, where it passed, rocks shattered, tearing open a blackened void rift in mid-air.
The ancient sword hovering in the sky was swirling with star patterns, its sword edge hung with thousands of silver threads, as if slicing the firmament into countless fragments.
Nature's spiritual energy gathered madly, transforming into a golden beam shooting straight towards the skies, crashing violently with the sword light, emitting a deafening roar. The beast hordes within a few hundred miles prostrated and wailed, even the demon beasts entrenched deep in the mountains felt the pressure and dared not forge ahead.
The sword's hum grew stronger, ancient runes emerged along the spine, radiating with great brilliance. The light pierced through the clouds, dyeing the entire mountain range an eerie blue-gold.
