Before the righteous golden light, demonic clouds churned and draconic might billowed.
The Northwest Demon Dynasty and the Three Seas Dragon Race—two colossal forces, each powerful enough to overturn Heaven and Earth—were now brought to a standstill before that golden barrier that sundered sky from land.
Cyan Sect's San Si Master stepped forward. His right hand rested on his sword's hilt, and the Sword Intent around him condensed to its absolute peak. It transformed into a Sword Aura—formless, intangible, yet sharp enough to tear a rift in the void—and silently slashed toward the golden barrier.
SHHHH—
A nearly inaudible whisper.
The Sword Aura, powerful enough to sever mountains and rivers, vanished without a trace the moment it touched the golden light.
The golden light merely rippled once, faintly, before returning to its placid state.
San Si Master's brow furrowed slightly as he slowly withdrew his hand.
