Sword Flying in the Sky

Chuxue was only distracted for a moment before she came back to her senses. Her mind flashed the scene of Zong Shou's sword 2 years ago.

She slowly moved her mind out of it, focusing on what was ahead of her. In just a few breaths that deep darkness, explosively violent aura became much heavier. She felt like her 4 limbs were being bound by an invisible strength. Like space she was in was unusually sticky, each action she did was extremely arduous.

Chuxue felt unhappy, she only wanted to fly up into the air and get out of these thick locks. She wanted to ditch all the weight and not be restricted by it.

"Someone good at attacking can move anywhere above the nine heavens! When quicksilver is spilled into the ground, one won't find any tracks of it and notice any traces of it…"

In his brain, this conversation flashed in her head once more. A bright light shot through from her eyes.