"Xiaoyan, even though it was all an illusion, do you remember what the Immortal I was charging at with my sword looked like in that final scene you described?"
As his voice fell, the Old Celestial Master, Li Changgeng, and Yan Huang all listened with rapt attention. The Old Black Bull also grew solemn.
Yan Jiangxue thought for a long moment, then said softly,
"He was a very, very powerful Immortal. In his left hand, there was a small, damaged bell that seemed to be ringing. In his right was a gourd, and from its mouth, Immortal Light billowed out, with a Celestial Blade floating within it..."
"Oh, right! At the very, very end, I saw a huge Daoist Palace smash down towards that Immortal. I saw a blind Daoist and a crippled Daoist, and they were both furious. One destroyed the Source of heaven and earth, the other refined the Celestial Myriad Realms. And there was a very beautiful woman, dragging Divine Chains, walking over step by step, weeping in sorrow."
