[Buzz!]
[The shadow of White Robe Ning Xunqiu was like a "non-existent" ghost, transcending time, walking through the past, present, and future. He reached out to grasp that black sword, long ignored by everyone, and its blade trembled slightly.]
[In the "Silent World", faint glimmers quietly lit up, gradually coalescing into a white robe.]
[The robe was as white as snow, with faint streaming light swirling around it, resembling a galaxy falling, or like the flow of time.]
[The formless and shapeless shadow took on a concrete form due to this white robe, manifesting in the world.]
["Unrivaled Heavenly Sword!"]
[White Robe Ning Xunqiu tightly gripped the "Sword of Despair" and gently swung it towards the "Ancestral Dragon", the sword's edge cutting through the void, bringing forth a pitch-black, inky sword light.]
[The purple celestial vault shook violently, and Cangtian's voice boomed like thunder: "Ancestral Dragon! Beware of the master of that black sword!"]
