From within the stone door, a white-haired old man with a somewhat blurred face floated out carrying a sword. Streaks of green light poured into his somewhat incorporeal body, and the green light sword in his hand grew increasingly solid.0

The phantasms in the previous fifty-three stages only had a rough outline of a figure, but the white-haired old man, aside from his obscured face, was clear and detailed in every way. He was almost indistinguishable from a real person.0

His more defined appearance signified that in this battle, the phantasm would spare no effort in stopping Wang Sheng from taking the Shu Sword Sect's Sword-Controlling Art. Fortunately, the cultivation level of each phantasm that had appeared so far only exceeded Wang Sheng's by half a realm, and the white-haired old man was no exception.0

This was the rule of the trial. It wasn't something that the formation spirit could alter at will.0

Even so, Wang Sheng still felt oppressive pressure radiating from the old man. Moreover, the old man's sword intent was faintly suppressing Wang Sheng's Seven-Star Sword Intent. It had nothing to do with the sword intents themselves; the old man's understanding of the Dao of the Sword...0