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Dressed in fluttering green robes, Qingxuan walked out. Bai Ze’s Mirror Of All Ghosts, Demons, And Immortals did not seem to exist for her.
The two women stared at each other, treating Bai Ze’s magic treasure as nothing.
“I never thought I would reap such a harvest by coming to the Northern Primordial.” Qingxuan’s eyes gleamed as she looked at the red-robed woman. After she arrived at the Northern Primordial, she sensed a blazing Divine Energy of pure Yang; she herself cultivated pure Yang Divine Energy. Having trained under the sage for a thousand years, she considered herself unrivalled in Primordial World. Following this power, she reached Yunmeng Lake and heard the other woman’s conversation with Bai Ze.
The mysterious woman hovered in the air, not moving.
Her robes seemed to be aflame, beginning to distort space. The woman raised her hand, and a fire sword emerged.
Qingxuan had experienced her might and did not dare be careless as she produced her own sword. This sword was long and slender, its shape graceful; the hilt twisted and coiled, exquisite beyond compare. The entire blade was shining, and etched on the sword was a hollow divine bird pattern.
This sword was neither gold nor silver, neither copper nor iron. It was forged from pure Yang divine light of the Nine Firmaments, and it used its own natural way, circulated its own natural qi, mobilized its own natural power, and returned to its own natural form. The blade was named “Pure Yang.”
In Qingxuan’s own words, this was a divine sword capable of stirring Divine Names into babbles of excitement.
All women would submit to this sword.
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