It was a sense of helplessness and insignificance akin to facing the "Creator"!
And at this moment!
Xu Ran, who had shattered the light of the Ninth Sword, showed no sign of triumph on his face.
Instead, his brows slightly furrowed.
In his golden pupils, a trace of confusion, a hint of reminiscence, and a deeper chill flickered!
"No!"
"This is not the real Ninth Sword!"
"This is merely a phantom!"
"An imitation that bears its form but lacks its essence!"
His voice echoed within the silent Sword Tomb, carrying a certainty that had seen through the truth of eternity!
"The true 'that sword'!"
He slowly raised his head, his golden gaze seeming to penetrate the barrier of the Sword Tomb, piercing through endless time and space, looking toward some unknown shore!
"Its aura!"
"I remember it!"
"It is the only thing that can make me glance!"
His words made Yu Kong, whose Dao Heart had just shattered, feel as if hit by lightning again!
Is this just an imitation?!
