Confused.
Wang Jixuan sat on a white cloud, staring blankly down at the great sword lying across his lap.
On the sword’s hilt, the phantom of Xiao Sang sat with her arms folded, sulking fiercely.
She was furious that the Nine-Spirit Sword Venerate had pulled her out without asking.
Compared with Xiao Sang losing her body and home—
Wang Jixuan’s loss seemed to be something else entirely.
It felt as if something had been stripped away from him a moment ago.
His sword-path — from the first understandings of sword-control he had gained while training in Wangxian Valley, to the insights he reached before his sixteen thousand years of slumber — had all been smashed in an instant, shattered to dust and blown away.
Yet his Dao foundation now felt purer, and his primordial spirit seemed on the verge of a metamorphosis.
How had this been done?
This new master was unbearably domineering!
And the Moonlight Sword, the divine treasure the Lord of the Moon God Palace, Elder Bai Gu, had given him — a treasure about to be born with sentience — had been directly shattered by the new master.
That seemed to be sending him a message: from now on you must break free from the Moon God Palace’s sphere of influence…
All of this stirred many thoughts in Wang Jixuan’s heart.