Yuan Central Continent, Purple Cloud Sacred Land,
At this moment,
Seven Sword, wearing a blue Daoist robe, was sitting cross-legged on a meditation cushion. Around him, the Spiritual Energy gathered so thickly that it formed spiritual fog.
Behind him, the seven swords that gave him his name hovered in the air, their hilts pointing toward his back.
Each sword emitted a different Law or Authority he had comprehended, all of them absorbing Spiritual Energy.
Holding the communication talisman, he had an excited expression as he listened to the report.
"Unexpected... Even if there's just a small chance, it's truly unexpected!" He mumbled, his eyes gleaming with a strange light, "A Ruler Realm cultivator can't kill another Ruler Realm cultivator with just one attack… Did any Sage intervene!?"
