Above the stage, almost all the spectators felt this abnormal agitation, noticing the high threshold.
That's a precipitous cliff, where the sword reaches the limit, its blade strangled to the throat.
The calm and serene fairy aura was now being firmly held in front of this cliff. The shade of the mountain cast down, yet the original passage no longer opened for it.
This was the direct intuition derived from this mood. Many people - even those who had never practiced the sword or cultivated - suddenly realized that this one sword... had not been completed.
It was trapped here.
What Master Shang was holding was indeed a half-forged sword.
So what should be the peak it should reach… What should it look like?
Everyone seemed to be slowly lifted in their hearts, as if the lofty invisible mountain had already pressed in front of them.
On the stage, Shang Huaitong took a deep breath.
For him, the first step to rebuild the peak was to bear the weight of the peak.