The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

Chapter 578 This Sword Meets Spring

Rong Xuan was helpless against Xie Qianjue's stubbornness.

He took a deep breath and pulled a black robe from his sleeve to cover Xie Qianjue.

"follow me."

"Let's go find Jiu Meng. Now that the Xie family has fallen, we might be able to use the Xie family's great formation to turn the tables on Jiu Huang."

Among the figures fleeing frantically out of the city, their two figures going against the tide stood out.

Xiao Sijin caught a glimpse of Xie Qianjue's actions out of the corner of her eye and choked out, "They've really gone mad. The Xie family has found a rebellious son."

Li Chunxi had a sudden thought: "At this moment, neither the people from the outer realms nor the Nine Desolations can afford to worry about him. Why don't we capture him?"

Xue Xi roared, "Look at the top of your head! Are you out of your mind?!"

"No, it's Jiuhuang who's gone mad!"

The fleeing group looked up in panic, all revealing expressions of terror.

The sky gradually twisted and collapsed due to the power of the Nine Desolations Sword, and a dark rift spanning hundreds of miles opened its mouth sinisterly, causing the clouds to flee to both sides like a receding tide.

No, it wasn't just Chaoyang City; the entire Tianling Domain became a battlefield for this group.

Xiao Sijin and her group didn't run very far at all.

They were having trouble breathing, and their pace involuntarily slowed down.

Because their spiritual energy was drained, they had no control over the magical artifacts beneath them.

The tiny, leaking sword energies in the void cut their exposed skin, leaving it covered in blood.

Before the Nine Desolations and the outsiders who were several major realms below them, they were like playthings.

The crowd looked on in despair at Chaoyang City, which was so close yet they could never escape.

Rong Xuan and Xie Qianjue were not in much better condition either.

Seeing that their spirit swords had all gone out of control, Xie Qianjue simply summoned the Sun and Moon Shuttle to take Rong Xuan with him and flew towards the Xie family's main residence.

The Sun and Moon Shuttle is different from other flying magical artifacts, otherwise it would not be able to fly in the space-time rift. It can store spiritual energy for its internal operation.

Jiuhuang's eyes were sharp as knives as he stared at Shen Huaichuan and Yun Yici.

"You lot are no match for my sword."

Yun Yici twirled the Huaichuan sword in her hand and deftly handed it to Shen Huaichuan.

"OK."

Shen Huaichuan was stunned for a moment: "You..."

"I lend you my sword to begin, and you shall use it to end."

"You are no longer a demon; the sword you borrowed must be returned."

"I also have a sword that has accompanied me for a thousand years, protected me countless times, cleaved the heavens above, and crossed the River of Oblivion below."

Yun Yici lightly raised her fingertips, as if a wisp of spring breeze had brushed past.

Suddenly, countless tiny golden rays appeared in the void.

At this moment, regardless of where they were, whether human, demon, or monster, everyone subconsciously looked up at the magnificent scene in the sky.

"That is......"

That is the purest power of merit and faith in the world.

Like twinkling stars, or like cascading gold dust, each wisp embodies the gratitude and trust of the world.

Golden light gathered into a stream, swirling and coiling in her palm, gradually condensing into the shape of a three-foot sword.

Even before the sword was fully formed, its clear and melodious sound resounded through the sky. The spiritual energy absorbed by the Nine Desolations flowed like rivers into the sea, all rushing towards this merit sword that had not yet fully manifested.

With each step the sword's edge solidified, faint chanting arose, as if countless beings were softly reciting her name in the void.

As the golden light faded, a long sword, its surface as clear as glass, had taken shape.

The blade is not a cold, metallic sheen forged from metal, but rather a flowing, golden flame, radiating vitality as if gently stirred by the wind.

Once this sword was completed, even the Heavenly Dao trembled slightly, and withered trees within a hundred miles of it came back to life, while ruined trees blossomed.

"This sword is named Fengchun."