Cultivation Online

1505 Sword Spirit

After leaving the Shadow Realm, Yuan didn't stop to see where he'd exited and continued speeding forward. He wasn't sure if the sword spirit could leave the Giant's Sword or how far he had to travel before her attacks could no longer reach him, so he could only pray for the best.

The moment he returned to the Vanishing Valley, he could immediately sense the sword spirit's gaze on him, sending chills throughout his entire being.

"What a powerful spirit! I have never felt such a profound cultivation before, either!" Yu Ning cried out loud after seeing the sword spirit with her own eyes.

"Heavens! If such a being existed during the Primordial Era, it could've easily slaughtered the Celestial Emperor and his army by itself!" Ji Ran was left in awe by her almighty presence.

The sword spirit narrowed her gaze on the sword majestic sword in Yuan's grasp.

After confirming that it was indeed the Empyrean Overlord, she muttered in a trembling voice, "I have been looking for you—"

However, she suddenly frowned, and her expression turned grim.

Her entire body trembled in anger, and her body seethed with immense killing intent.

"WHO THE FUCK IS THAT BITCH?!"

The sword spirit's voice, infused with her immense cultivation base, boomed, creating a profound ripple that swept through the entire Vanishing Valley and beyond, resounding throughout the entire Fourth Heaven in the blink of an eye.

God Ascension Realm, essentially the apex of the cultivation world, just below a Cultivation God. With so few people achieving Cultivation God status since the Primordial Era, those who reached the

restrict cultivators who did not belong

his movements were immediately suppressed, and a crushing sensation forced him to his

at the sixth level of the God Ascension Realm during the Evil God's prime, and he did not have to fight anyone at the peak of the

top of the cultivation world!' Instead of fearing for his life, an

even with all of his powerful treasures and the Golden Immortal Physique, Yuan found himself unable to stand up, much less run

and his current level was simply too vast

Sword and landed right

just to lift his head high enough to look at

frame that exudes noble grace. Her hair is a cascade of obsidian black, falling in silky waves that

that can captivate anyone who meets her gaze. Besides her aura, the sword spirit was indistinguishable from a human

uncanny sense of familiarity washed over

Yuan gazed at her face, which exuded coldness that could freeze an entire continent, the sword spirit's eyes were fixed on the Empyrean

dare you permit another

laden with killing intent, as if

eyes

years in this gloomy place

deserve death for this

spirit's entire being gushed with killing intent, and she swung her arm before

"Brother Yuan!"

of a cloud of purple mist, emerged from his body and