บท 1021: The Mightiness of a Sword

The sound of thunder was muffled and deafening.

When the sixth Heavenly Thunderbolt was blocked by He Jian, a strong wind blew in from the sky and swept over from afar, slowly blowing away the black clouds.

The thunderclouds dispersed, and the world returned to its peace. A sword-light flashed in He Jian's eyes, and he thought to himself, 'The transformation of the dantian into a lake is the symbol of a Venerable One.

At this moment, He Jian only felt that his body was clear, and there was not a speck of dust in his heart. The spiritual Qi in his Dantian Lake was as majestic as the ocean, and every cell in his body felt as if they were soaking in warm water. It was comfortable. The spiritual Qi in his meridians surged, and he could feel the energy that filled the universe. With just a thought, he could borrow the power.

This was the Venerable One. Every strike was tainted by the great power of the universe.