(Fingertips stroked the lines of the sword body, and the Zixiao sword roared like a dragon cracking silk) Once the way of heaven was shattered, the galaxy was rebuilt with the sword's will. If this universe could not keep an intimate person - (the sword blade splashed thousands of streams of fire when it cut through the void), then it split the cracks of chaos with the blade. How about you and I picking up the scattered aura in the folds of time and space? Look at the moment when the sword spike wraps around the Broken Heavenly Dao, the galaxy is flowing backwards from the sword spine to what it was like when it came out.
