Within the Divine Wheel, the Supreme Ancestral Master turned pale, his eyes trembling with dread. The terror of that blade was immense; even he, a magnificent ancient sage, found it utterly petrifying. Underneath that blade, not a single member of his Supreme Ancient Clan had survived.
Yet, what kind of blade was that? He still could not clearly discern it!
And what on earth did the wielder look like? That too remained completely obscured from his view!
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