Suddenly, a warm and friendly voice burst in Zhou Dao's ear, like a ripple in the deep pool of an empty valley, layer upon layer, spreading boundlessly.
"Who?" Zhou Dao asked in alarm and confusion.
On the vast Lingjian Mountain, golden light was everywhere, and all that could be seen was the all-encompassing Dragon and Tiger Sword Intent.
"Find the path that belongs to you..."
The warm and friendly voice sounded again.
Suddenly, Lingjian Mountain violently shook, and endless runes leaped out.
In the depths of Ling Mountain, another sword mark appeared, shining gloriously, startling heaven and earth, and an extraordinary vision materialized in the sky.
Amidst the interweaving thunder and lightning, the phantom of an ancient tomb emerged, exuding an age-old, mystic sense of solitude and timelessness.
"That is... the Central Tomb..."
"Who... whose sword mark could cause such a vision!?"