Whoosh!  

A combat spirit of will attacked, saber swinging.

Surging saber intent swept forth like a river, boundless and turbulent.

Su Yi could tell at a glance that it was in the mid-stage Spiritual Revolution Realm, and that it had condensed a first-rate Grand Dao Spirit Wheel. Its saber intent had reached perfection.

In the Azure Continent, they would have seen it as a first-rate Spiritual Revolution cultivator. It was even stronger than the likes of Huan Shanglin and Xie Zhibei!

Su Yi stretched out and swung his hand.

Boom!

The sword intent filling the sky collapsed, and the attacking combat spirit was smacked into pieces. It quickly dispersed into a rain of the light of the Grand Dao.

Su Yi reached out and grabbed, gathering all of the scattered power into a bundle, which fell into his palm.

The combat spirits of the third layer had been left here by Meng Po Palace’s peak Spiritual Revolution experts. They were manifested of the experts’ Grand Dao imprints fused with the aura of the River of Forgetfulness Ancestral Origin. 

When the combat spirits dispersed, they left behind a portion of the pure power of the River of Forgetfulness Ancestral Origin.

That...