The two accomplished immortals, though standing on level ground, seemed as if they were overlooking the world.
Zhou Yitang slightly lowered her gaze.
At that moment,
the previously still wind suddenly stirred.
A massive and imposing thunder pillar descended from a thousand feet above, penetrating the sea of clouds and striking powerfully upon the mountaintop!
The entire world was illuminated in pure white.
Within that stark whiteness, a white-haired figure suddenly landed at the end of the mountain path.
The two immortals both halted involuntarily.
Min Ning's sword slashed forth once more, yet Ming Dao Yuanjun completely ignored it and focused on mobilizing the ancient sword. A dense purple aura surged to the skies, as Li Zheng Yuanjun's radiant purple treasure umbrella instantly unfolded, spiraling out myriad intricate halos.
At that moment, the figure passed between the two.
