The Broken Demon Heroic Sword gradually floated three inches upwards, suspended in mid-air, its sword body growing ever more mysterious.
It wasn't the Martial Arts True Gang controlling it, but rather the invisible "Incense Fire Divine Power" lifting it, slowly guiding it towards the hand of the Great Emperor statue.
Chen Tuan narrowed his eyes into a thin slit, contemplating internally:
"Qi charm connects, incense converges power, nurturing for seven times seven days.
Slay demons and transform karma, during the Grand Ceremony of Luo Tian, the divine sword of Wudang should make its debut..."
...
Half a month passed in a blur.
At Wang Ye's home.
Early this morning, Meng Chuan, for once, managed to sleep and had just woken up, feeling refreshed.
"Practicing martial arts needs a balance of work and rest, this saying is indeed not deceiving me."
Feeling revitalized, Meng Chuan decided to enter the War Soul space today, to spar with the old man!
