Sword Emperor Stele Space, Third Layer.
Xiao Yi's figure flashed, passing through the barrier at the end of the second layer, then stepped into this place.
At this moment, Xiao Yi looked around in bewilderment.
The space within the third layer was not very large.
It was just a space of about a thousand meters, and all around was an illusion.
Xiao Yi glanced down and furrowed his brows.
Below him was nothing but flowing light.
Xiao Yi even felt as if he were presently amidst a spatial turbulence.
All around, there was emptiness.
Just as Xiao Yi was puzzled, a figure appeared out of thin air, about ten meters ahead.
The figure was clad in white, with his back facing Xiao Yi.
That unusual white color made Xiao Yi feel somewhat familiar.
"Who are you?" Xiao Yi furrowed his brows.
"Heh." The figure teased, "Boy, have you forgotten this old man so soon?"
"Hmm?" Xiao Yi's face changed, the voice was more than familiar to him.
It was precisely the voice of the Sword Spirit.
