Chapter 30 — Strange Arts
The Sword Questions the Heavens · Page 8 of 8
In the sky the thunder grew more urgent. Zhang Qingyue clearly felt that from the moment Tianxuan left its sheath, a boundless power had surged up within the black iron staff in his hand—as though this treasure, bound to him in blood and flesh, were crying out from the depths of its heart.
As though it had waited a thousand years for this moment!
The sky darkened further; the black clouds pressed down, and slowly a vast vortex appeared within their heavy depths.