"One sword cuts through all things, slays gods and demons, shatters the firmament, and strikes down the gods of the Nine Heavens!"
These were merely lines of text, yet they carried a fierce, overwhelming presence, as if the sword were descending upon the world, declaring itself the sole sovereign. In that instant, Xiao Zining felt as though he were standing atop a mountain peak that pierced the clouds. With a long sword in his hand, everything lay beneath his feet; everything was subject to his will.
He stood frozen, his eyes locked onto the words in the ancient tome. When he finally regained his senses, he was struck by a profound sense of shock. The vast, desolate feeling lingered in his heart. It was not his own emotion, but rather the emotion imbued by the senior who had written this sword technique—a loneliness born of absolute invincibility.
Chapter 746