It was windless and soundless in the Empty Realm, and was as quiet as a graveyard. A great many of lightning flashes in the higher space threatened to strike at any moment, and yet it seemed that they would never strike. These latent bolts of lightning looked like a pair of strange eyes of purple, red and blue staring at the occurrence below.
Jing Jiu looked at his own right hand at every part of his body; he was certain that there were some delicate or amazing changes that had happened to his body.
He had accepted Liu Ci's invitation at the site of the temple ruin located on the barren mountain and became the sword that had slain Nan Qü and injured Xilai. This meant that he had taken an important step toward that stream.
He wasn't sure what would happen later. He had asked Nan Qü two questions, but the replies he obtained were merely Nan Qü's own answers.