"The Fire Extinguishing Sword... has been drawn!"
Light and heat waves surged through the bronze hall.
Turing struggled to open his eyes, his gaze blurry as he looked at the splendid core of the flames.
A hazy golden figure hovered attached behind Gu Shen.
"Chu Ling."
Turing was stunned; the presence of that golden figure meant that everything Gu Shen had theorized was real.
As he murmured subconsciously, the figure seemed to turn back and glance in his direction.
The dust settled.
Gu Shen stood silently in the center of the bronze hall, holding the Fire Extinguishing Sword.
He weighed it in his hand.
The Fire Extinguishing Sword... had no weight.
This sword was merely a "sword shape" that was unimaginably light and insubstantial.
Because it was an illusory sword existing only in "concept," without the Spiritual World, Gu Shen wouldn't have been able to "draw" it so easily.
"Where did Chu Ling go?"
