Heaven.
Celestial Sword Palace.
At the very moment when the four Sword Ancestors were slain by Lu Yuan.
The great Dao roared, laws collapsed.
The sky, originally cloudless for thousands of miles, now appeared like a broken mirror, with countless cracks splitting open.
Crimson blood rain seeped through the cracks, sprinkling every inch of Heaven's land.
From afar, it looked as if the heavens were weeping.
At this moment.
All living beings in Heaven felt an indescribable sadness in their hearts.
Their mood was heavy, their hearts filled with unease and dread.
Since the ancient battle, Heaven had not experienced such a celestial phenomena for hundreds of thousands of years.
But now.
Endless blood rains, dyeing the world red, even the laws were lamenting.
Not only that.
All the sword cultivators in Heaven were horrified to discover that the treasure swords they carried were suddenly moaning and trembling.
