The Sword Light piercing the heavens continued to shimmer above the Ten Thousand Swords Tower, and the Treasure Mirror, which originally only displayed a rough outline of the Tower, began to ripple under the soaring Sword Light as if stimulated by something.
When all the ripples had stilled, two figures emerged within the Mirror.
One was Zheng Ming, and the other was a man dressed in a Silver Robe.
The man in the Silver Robe did not hide his face like the Sword Spirits of the past, but his brows were sharp as swords, his face cold as frost.
This man gave off a feeling that he himself was five parts colder than the sword he held in his hand.
Although most people did not know who this man was, everyone was subdued by his imposing presence the moment they saw him.
"It's the ancestor, the Sword Emperor!" Dean Meng, upon seeing the man in the Silver Robe, said with a trembling voice.