In the second layer of the ancestral realm, within the ancient barren space, rules scatter into chaos, succumbing to the primordial void, a sheer silence prevails.
Xiao Chen, with a single slash of his sword, seals his remaining powers, leaving only the purest sword intent to confront the Ancestor's Soul of the Ice Clan.
"It begins!"
Suddenly, Xiao Chen releases an astonishing sword intent around him, illuminating the divine light of Taichu.
The sword intent's divine light rapidly spreads outward from Xiao Chen, enveloping the Ancestor's Soul, yet leaving Meng Qing and Xia Shiyun excluded.
Exactly, it forms a domain of thousands of square feet, an absolute space.
Inside this absolute space, only Xiao Chen and the Ancestor's Soul exist, nothing else.
"This is..."
Meng Qing is stupefied, her heart trembling.
She stands at the edge of the absolute space, within arm's reach, almost touchable.