Autumn wind stirs and gentle rain persists.
Another cold night in deep autumn.
Zhou Yan could no longer remember how many such bleak autumns and lonely cold nights he had endured.
But each time, there was always something that penetrated deeply into his soul.
This time was no exception.
He had stood here for several days.
During these days, no one disturbed him.
Or rather, no one was able to break through the Thunder Ancient Array.
During these days, Zhou Yan once again recalled various memories of the past, as if organizing his life again.
His heart was full of feelings, and he came to a whole new understanding. The Twelve Sword Souls, with Yanyan's help, had unknowingly condensed.
However, among them, the Nine Sword Souls were sealed within the three cores of the Sword Soul, forming a "universe within" stance.
The Sword Souls that appeared externally had merged with Thunder, no longer showing any hint of the Emperor Qi Sword Body's might.
