Exiting the cavern, the three women passed through the spine-chilling gorge, the mountain peak now impossibly near.
The Sword Intent grew increasingly intense, wild and turbulent, its ferocity scattering fallen leaves across the ground. Not only could Lu Ying clearly see the wind lines, but Min Ning too vaguely perceived the white wind lines formed by the Sword Intent.
Min Ning's breath quickened. From the moment she had stepped into this Secret Realm, she sensed the particularly lively and sentient Sword Intent here. No wonder Bai Fuzi desired to forge a Sword Orb from it; judging from its strength, the Sword Orb condensed from this intent would indeed be indestructible.
The dense ocean of clouds pressed heavily against the mountain peak. Thunder had not subsided, and colossal bolts of lightning descended from the sky, resembling giant pillars. The Sword Intent grew increasingly erratic and restless, as if awaiting the arrival of someone.
Was it Wu Buxu?
