The Guardian Sword in his hand became increasingly radiant, emanating the glorious light of civilization.
At this moment, Tu Hu had already comprehended the state once described by Cang Xuan: guarding is not about retreating, but is also the sharp blade that cuts through calamities.
When the will to guard burns fiercely to the extreme, it can also transform into an invincible edge that sweeps across the universe and cuts through shackles.
Tu Hu swung the sword at this moment, and a golden line immediately plunged vertically into the earth.
Following that, from the point where the golden line plunged, an abyssal dark fissure spread downward.
Rock layers, lava belts, ancient crustal structures... the solid earth formed over long ages, in the face of the sword's scar, split smoothly in two like a hot knife cutting through butter, revealing below a core space so dark it could swallow all light, never before seen by daylight.
