Unbeknownst to him, the strange portion of the Shadowless Spirit Sword Sutra he was reading contained fragments of ancient truths and primordial secrets, conveyed through esoteric language he barely comprehended.
A crimson cloud swirled around the golden-silver sword, drawing it forcibly to Xiao Ming's side. Surprisingly, the sword spirit remained utterly calm, humbly yielding to the suppression without a moment's hesitation.
BOOM!
"Order of the Ancient Gods; Obey the command of the First Dao Emperor—RETURN!" Xiao Ming bellowed, his voice echoing with the will of the gods as he summoned the sword spirit.
Xiao Ming's words, uttered in that mysterious tongue, once again resonated like a divine edict. Even some shackled inmates instinctively bowed, revering this unknown stranger.
The gold-spirit offered no resistance as a thread-like seal pierced through it. Before anyone could react, it had returned to Xiao Ming's side.
