In the night sky, one hundred and eight small black swords cut through the curtain of rain, piercing through the clouds. They connected with thunder and fire, becoming increasingly crystalline and transparent, slicing through the pitch-black sky with a radiant brilliance.
Qin Ming, clad in a cyan robe with black hair flowing, was carried by these small swords up beyond the Nine Heavens. They all swayed with long trails of light, the sword bodies flowing with thunder seals, exceptionally splendid.
From a distance, over the Night Fog Sea, Qin Ming's large sleeves fluttered, exuding a transcendent aura. Beneath his feet, the sword light of thunder and fire resembled a galaxy, with hundreds intertwined, the stars dazzling. He appeared like a Banished Immortal, untouched by earthly smoke, traversing the world.
Standing high above the Nine Heavens, he tread the thunderstorm underfoot, crossing the fierce gusts of wind of the vast Night Fog Sea into the distance.
