Below the Star Sea, the expansive dark earth stretched endlessly, a flicker of fire stood conspicuously against the darkness. Upon closer inspection, thousands of cultivators sat around a massive bonfire.
Li Ya sat cross-legged at the forefront, placing his treasure sword upon his lap.
He was healing while simultaneously seeking sword enlightenment.
Throughout the endless years, he had encountered numerous people who aided him, from unparalleled great powers to Immortal Gods descending to the mortal realm. The assistance from various destined individuals had already paved a path in his Sword Dao uniquely his own.
Regardless of their motives for helping him, he remained true to himself, and everything he had experienced forged his current Sword Dao.
Despite emerging victorious in the battle against the three Golden Crows, one had escaped, and he realized this would bring about a greater calamity. He must become as strong as possible to protect the disciples around him.
