Under everyone's watchful eyes, a radiant cluster containing an aura of sharpness shot up to the sky, dazzling beyond compare. The three individuals speaking—Blade Demon included—were all startled. They even vaguely sensed a bit of a crisis from that cluster, as if the sharpness it contained could tear them apart.

"This is..."

Ning Qi chuckled and said:

"Just now, the energy source descended from the heavens, one elevating the life essence of the Enlightenment Tea Tree, while the other merged the True Martial Mountain's climate with the Essence of the Earth Veins to create this sword embryo."

Everyone suddenly understood.

The three looked over, and vaguely, within that dazzling light, they could see a spirit sword embryo capable of slicing through the void, exhaling sharpness. It's imaginable what a marvel this sword embryo will be once its nurturing is complete.

"Such a spirit sword ought to be worthy of Taoist Friend Tianjian," Blade Demon laughed.

He harbored no other thoughts, not to mention he specialized in the Blade Path. Even if he were proficient in Sword Dao, he would feel the same.

Since ancient times, there's been the saying of treasure swords paired with heroes.

Such an unparalleled spirit sword.

Ordinary people cannot control it.

The three were all self-aware, and Taoist Longshan and Qin Yun had even less intention of competing; they were just happy for Ning Qi. Regardless of personal feelings, merely considering Ning Qi's contributions to the True Martial Sect, this spirit sword should be his.

Moreover.

This spirit sword could likely only be controlled by Ning Qi.

Just this spectacle of its formation already made them somewhat fearful.

The precious light piercing the heavens, sharpness overflowing.

Boom!

After a thunderous roar, lightning descended from the sky!

Deep purple electric serpents fell upon the light cluster, continuously refining it.

Ning Qi's eyes gathered golden light, peering into its essence. Under the convergence of thunderous power, the sword embryo became even more solidified, and its power purer. A spiritual light appeared in his mind, finding that this thunder refinement was similar in ways to the Heavenly Thunder Technique he had previously created.

Now that he has stepped into the Martial Saint Realm, mastering spiritual power, he has gained different insight into the Heavenly Thunder Technique, in ascension.

Martial Saints cultivate Five Elements Qi, but can also evolve various powers from it; thunder is one of the most dominating. The potential of the Heavenly Thunder Technique is immense, and it might become one of Ning Qi's potent offensive means in the future.

Ning Qi's eyes showed anticipation.

Everyone was waiting for the moment the sword embryo would fully form.

But things were not going smoothly.

Ning Qi turned his gaze, golden light bursting forth, staring at a distant white cloud, its powerful oppression slightly distorting the void.

Blade Demon and the two others were a bit puzzled.

But the next instant.

Their faces collectively changed.

Within that white cloud, a powerful fluctuation of energy manifested, revealing behind it a white-haired middle-aged man looking over here in slight astonishment, seemingly unsure why he suddenly exposed his whereabouts.

"That's... White Cloud Martial Saint!" Taoist Longshan's face slightly serious as he recognized the identity of the newcomer.

Since Ancient Saints emerged, some have specially collected information about them and spread it, certainly not daring to rank them like the Celestial Being List. Ancient Saints cannot be offended. Martial Artists only dare to discuss a thing or two in the shadows, never openly.

Therefore.

Aside from the extremely low-key Ancient Saints, most of their characteristics are not secretive.

"Is he here for the sword embryo?"

No one there was foolish, seeing the passionate gaze of the White Cloud Martial Saint directed at the sword embryo, they understood his reason for coming.

Ning Qi's gaze remained calm, unsurprised.

During Spiritual Awakening, a series of power sources fall, but not every Ancient Saint can achieve their desires; naturally, some pursue the precious light, and it seemed the White Cloud Martial Saint had some time here, probably pondering the truth hidden, thus never exposing his whereabouts.

Just when the sword embryo appeared, he was so moved he revealed that slight flaw.

At this moment.

White Cloud Martial Saint had no intention of leaving, since he was discovered, he simply watched from afar, saying nothing, just quietly waiting for the sword embryo to fully form.

Such a treasure is meant for the destined and capable.

Even though that Tianjian Martial Saint had a record of suppressing Red Sun Martial Saint, his current strength was uncertain. Many Ancient Saints have not met face to face, only hearing of each other's fame across epochs, not necessarily convinced of one another.

Withdraw and leave like this, he was not willing.

Qin Yun's brows rose sharply.

His eyes coldly stared at the opposite White Cloud Martial Saint, his aura erupting without reservation.

Boom!

The void subtly trembled.

White Cloud Martial Saint's eyes narrowed.

The True Martial Sect has another Martial Saint aside from Tianjian Martial Saint?

"But still just a First Realm Martial Saint, not worth mentioning..."

This thought had just risen when his gaze froze.

Blade Demon and Taoist Longshan were also standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Qin Yun, simultaneously bursting forth their momentum.

"Three First Realm Martial Saints! This small True Martial Sect actually has four Martial Saints?"

He began to grow uneasy.

Though he was a Third Realm Martial Saint, very near the Fourth Realm, he was not invincible. Facing one Tianjian Martial Saint still unknown in depth and now facing another three Martial Saints—one against four—would not be easy.

White Cloud Martial Saint harbored a retreating thought.

At this moment.

His gaze shifted to heaven.

Only to see a massive dark cloud swiftly approaching; initially far, but in a blink, it arrived nearby. Upon closer inspection, it was not a cloud but waves of black rainwater, somewhat thick akin to a mire, with a bare-armed burly man treading the air.

"Martial Saint Heize!"

White Cloud Martial Saint's eyes sparkled.

The situation seemed to have turned.

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