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Accompanied by Ye Xunhuan's voice that shook the heavens and earth, streaks of sunlight pierced through the thunderclouds, scattering across the ridges of Kunlun in all directions.
Inside Sword Heaven Marsh, Hong Xian'er, who was preparing to head to Kunlun, stopped. She furrowed her beautiful brows and looked up into the sky.
She felt an exceedingly powerful presence, one that wasn't comparable to Jiang Shenming and his opponent. At that moment, she inexplicably thought of her father.
In her life, she had only ever felt such an overwhelming presence on Emperor Donggong, giving one a sense of an indomitable, crushing force.
It wasn't just her; the powers gathered around Kunlun from all directions were also startled.
To the south of Kunlun, a ghostly mist rose from the wilderness like a tornado, revealing an old woman as thin as firewood, holding a staff with a skull perched on top. With furrowed white brows, she stared intently at the heavens.