Chapter 109: Twelve Beast Sword Spirit Imprint

The Purple Mist Sea, chilly winds blowing incessantly as if to strangle the myriad of lives within.

Ever since Hou Yao had used the Sword Spirit to launch a destructive attack here, the Purple Mist Sea had become extremely perilous, like agitating the fierce beasts meditating in the wilderness.

Deep within the sea of mist, terrifying roars of fierce beasts echoed occasionally, a single roar shocking the Cloud Sea, overturning the atmosphere.

Within the broken Sword Array, shards of rosy light gradually flew out, displaying an ancient charm. Within this aura, a ghostly figure, like a baby, flickered in and out of existence above Zhou Yan's head.

The chubby baby, always present yet always shattering like particles, could not truly exist. However, when the baby appeared, it still attracted the convergence of the Primordial Magnetic Light from within the Purple Mist Sea.