Between Heaven and Earth, the sword breaks the long night, the ink-colored sky like torn black silk, with tens of thousands of sword energies like a brilliant star river reflecting in the sky.
The void shrieks sharply, the giant city trembles.
Underground, everyone only felt their eyes sting as if pierced by needles, closed their eyes and shed tears, horrified into silence.
When they opened their eyes again, among the star river of sword light, a colossal figure like a celestial being overlooked the mortal world. This person stood with hands behind his back, surrounded by radiance, with white hair surging in the Wind Mastery like a cloud waterfall. His wide white robe fluttered wildly in the wind, his face as red as a jujube, eyes like the sun, pupils glowing, looking down, that gaze made countless people in West City terrified, as if they were just ants.
