Chương 1622: Each Has Their Own Path (2)

He wore a purple-gold robe that gently swayed in the residual waves of lightning and fire, as if dragons and phoenixes danced among the flowing fabric, showcasing his nobility and mystery.

On his head rested a purple-gold crown adorned with gemstones, intricately carved with dragons and phoenixes, lifelike and awe-inspiring.

The aura emanating from his brows revealed an extraordinary presence that could not be overlooked.

As he spoke, he lifted his foot and stepped forward.

His footsteps were steady and powerful, seeming to tread upon the very rhythm of time itself.

Heaven and earth shifted their colors, and the winds and clouds surged wildly.

The lightning and fire here swayed.

As he took several steps forward, his figure entered the sword furnace.

He appeared before the two sword embryos

The sword embryos emitted a humming sound.

They emitted a sharp aura.