Far beyond Tiandang Mountain, in a place seemingly unreachable by distance, lies a mysterious realm. The space here feels endowed with a spiritual consciousness, faintly radiating ancient and mystical fluctuations as if harboring the secrets of countless ages. Every wisp of air resembles a vessel of ancient memory, carrying legends buried by time.
Above the white clouds, a disheveled middle-aged man named Yun Yi held a gourd of wine, spilling liquor onto his messy beard. His eyes were hazy, but in a fraction of a second, his expression changed drastically. A lightning-fast gaze shot into the distance, seeming to pierce through time and space. Imbued with endless majesty, it felt as though it could inspect all the mysteries of the world, like an ancient deity looking down upon all living beings.
"Which audacious bastard touched my Duankong Saber and Duankong Sword? Truly asking for death!" roared Yun Yi. His voice rolled like thunder, cracking the surrounding white clouds. The roar was laced with a faint, mystical power capable of awakening slumbering ancient entities. Every syllable seemed part of an esoteric incantation, triggering subtle shifts in the energy of heaven and earth, echoing with the heartbeat of the universe. Yun Yi spun around abruptly, preparing to chase after that unknown place. His movement whipped up a violent gale, within which faint dragon shadows coiled. The eyes of those dragon shadows seemed to reflect phantom images of the Duankong Saber and Duanko…
Chapter 32