The fierce gales at the 1,080th checkpoint of the Ancient Starry Road suddenly fell still. Baili Tianming stepped across an ice bridge formed from condensed sword qi, gazing at the giant bronze gates suspended at the edge of the universe. The nine Chaos chains entwined around the door knockers were disintegrating, and at the fracture point of each chain appeared the phantom of an enemy he had slain over the past decade or so—ranging from the Sacred Lord of the Purple Scale Clan to an avatar of the Demon Lord of the Six Paths, all now transformed into door carvings under the suppression of his sword intent.
"After all, I have made it to this place." Baili Tianming stroked the characters "Burial-less" carved into his natal sword; the face reflected in the blade had shed its youthful immaturity. Twelve years of bloody battle had carved three astral scars across his brow bone, each scar sealing away the deep resentment of some peerless prodigy. As the last chain plunged into the void, nine auras that made the Myriad Heavens and Worlds tremble poured from the cracking gaps of the abruptly opening bronze gates.
Behind the doors lay an altar piled from shattered stars, with seven prodigies bearing the fortune of different eras standing apart on seven sides. To the east, the river of time beneath the feet of a purple-haired man flowed backward; to the west, a female cultivator had the phantom of a thirty-three-tier immortal pagoda suspended above her head; and the one directly to t…
Chapter 140