The Kunwu Swords hovered high up in the sky. No one in the vast city of Liangzhu dared to move.
As time went by, Wu Qi's face grew unsightly. Gradually, a loud noise rang out from under the city like waves pounding on the shores. In the beginning, there were only wisps of purple energy gushing out of the ground, constantly flowing into the Kunwu Swords. But after a quarter of an hour, they turned into 108 torrents, pouring fiercely into the swords and filling the air with a deafening rumble.
Shafts of blinding light emitted from the swords, and everything in the world seemed to turn transparent. The light shone through everything, forcing those members of the powerful clans hiding in the void to reveal themselves with their eyes tightly closed.