That day, deep within the underground palace of Blood Bone Hall.
Zi La!
A golden sword light, as bright as the rising sun and as fierce as flowing lava, tore through the air.
Xu Ping, dressed in a dark robe, stood firmly in the center, like a mountain looming by an abyss.
The Canghua Divine Wood Sword in his hand had completely transformed into a stream of golden flame, leading the surrounding fire-element Spiritual Qi into a furious convergence.
Several hours later.
The golden sword light and the scorching Sword Intent, like rivers merging into the sea, abruptly gathered, wholly entering the Canghua Divine Wood Sword.
The sword body trembled lightly, emitting a satisfying clear sound, its brilliance contained, restoring to an ancient, simple form.
Xu Ping slowly sheathed his sword and stood, the steaming hot aura around him gradually calming, his gaze deep like an ancient well, without sadness or joy.
As usual.
