After the quick teleportation, Xiao Ming's originally stationary body jolted. He opened his eyes with a terrifying azure glow. Just now, Xiao Ming perceived an usually strong connection between himself and the ancient voice. The feeling it gave was that of one's arms meeting themselves, like a reflection in the mirror.
But Xiao Ming sensed the weak dao soul energy remnant stuck by the powerhouse. He knew that using mysteriously supernatural means, he had been teleported from that illusory Star Moon Land to the Bai Clan. Naturally, he was more than excited to have been ingrained with a divine cultivation technique, a sword sutra.
He seemed like he was truly lucky and beloved by the Heavens to be bestowed such present. First was the mysterious Master Huan and presently was the Shadowless Sword Sutra. He truly was at a loss of words.