An ethereal figure appeared in the air above the Ancient Sword Sect.

It was translucent and blurry, utterly impossible to discern properly, and by the side of it was a black awl.

The Soul Sect’s Master!

The statue gazed at the Soul Sect’s Master and scanned him before nodding slightly, “One with the Soul Domain to go beyond Three Dimensional Space. Interesting!”

The Soul Sect’s Master said, “I never expected such a soul to still exist in the Ancient Sword Sect. Devouring you would be better than a hundred years of bitter cultivation for me!”

“Devour me?” The statue shook his head and smiled, “Interesting indeed.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his right hand, and a sword shot up into the air.

Fast!

That was the first impression it gave Yang Ye, and the second was how strong it was!

The sword carried incomparably powerful energy.

He sensed many different things in the sword, but they were all as one. It was very strange!

Meanwhile, the Soul Awl suddenly vanished on the spot.

Hiss!

Along with an ear piercing sound of something...