Ji Xichan slowly opened her eyes and looked toward a certain direction within the Dao Sect. Her gaze seemed to cross a great distance, landing on a churning sea of black lightning.
The scale of this Celestial Tribulation was so terrifying that even someone with Ji Xichan's experience and perspective was deeply shocked.
'Someone is breaking through to the Divinity Transformation Stage. For the aura of this Thunder Tribulation to travel so far... I can't even imagine how massive it must be.'
Not far from Ji Xichan, a young man in a Black Gold Daoist Robe also ceased his meditation. He looked at the sword at his waist, a nostalgic expression appearing on his face.
"Ji Xichan, look at your own sword."
"My sword?"
At Chen Tiansheng's prompting, Ji Xichan reached into her own inky-black shadow and drew out a jet-black sword.
