Back at the Forty-Ninth Heaven, the Goyoan Temple had been reduced to rubble.

Jamesʼ hair swayed lightly as nine beautiful swords circled him. He was also surrounded by a dense layer of Anonymous Gas.

Then, James flipped his palms over. In a flash, the nine swords around him shot up and merged above him. Eventually, a gigantic sword of black and white patterns glowing with a purplish-gold light was formed.

The sword hovered above James and rotated slowly. It emanated a subtle glow that gav