The vast heavens stretched endlessly, a smear of ink that would not dissolve became rolling black clouds. A few winding bolts of lightning flickered in bursts before fading, and scattered beads of varying sizes and colors fell across the expansive sky and earth.
From afar, they appeared as dense clusters of glowing golden beads. The faces of the immortals were all petrified—Jinggu True Monarch had perished suddenly. No one saw clearly how the person acted or withdrew their move. By the time they recovered their senses, a smear of golden blood had already splattered across the heavens and earth. The Sword Immortal, who grew more valiant in battle with his Sword Intent nearly reaching its pinnacle, was reduced in the blink of an eye to a headless ghost.
