In the deep parts of the cloud ocean, outside a palace surrounded by clouds. Long Ruo was sitting on top of a high mountain, fully focused. This place was from beneath the cloud ocean, stabbing up into the heavens. However, only a small part of it stuck out of the cloud ocean.
In front of him, there was a silver sword which hung 3 inches around his body, circling.
Long Ruo's brows were tightly furrowed. He stared at the sword in front of him in deep thought.
If there was a spiritual cultivator here, one would notice that there were 3 bright and dazzling golden runes in his soul ocean. It was reflecting out light and shining on the sword.
The light was bright and destructive like it was about to cut a hole through the sword.
Just as this silver-white sword was about to turn transparent in Long Ruo's eyes, suddenly, thin sword energy broke out from the sword body.