The celestial phenomena formed by the dual constellations was shattered, cleanly split apart right in the middle.
The familiar sky appeared once again above Qin Wentian and the instant his sword slashed out, his aura began plummeting at a terrifying speed, as his countenance became as pale as paper.
Back then, he had to transform into a primordial great roc to unleash this first stance of the Immortal Vanquishing Swordplay. This particular immortal art was different from the others and had to burn one’s self as the price before one can unleash a supreme attack. The energy needed would drain him of everything, including his life force. Qin Wentian didn’t know that were it not for his overbearing vitality, there would simply be no way for him to endure the backlash of constantly using this Immortal Vanquishing Swordplay.