A smile after a thousand years (finale)

"Hmph!"

Yunxiao grabbed the Thunder with his left hand and raised the sword with his right hand. A sword talisman spread out in all directions, forming a strange spatial shape that could not be seen through.

Yunxiao suddenly had an idea, as if a light had flashed through his mind. Staring at the shape of the sword, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Ever since he had fused with Qing Zhu, the five years of being a fool had allowed him to completely absorb the pure yi wood spirit power. Although his cultivation and comprehension had surpassed the realm King, that was all.

However, under Yuan's frenzied attacks, he suddenly gained some understanding of the space within the sword. It was as if a huge door had opened and a broad path appeared beneath his feet.

"It's indeed a profound weapon refined from the Super profound space! No wonder six-winged lost to you!"