"The true meaning of this world was not as you described."
"Zhang Ziliang saw it. Zhao Hai saw it too."
"The sun and moon, mountains and rivers, the hearts of countless people—those were the sharpest weapons in this world."
"Perhaps, in Zhang Ziliang's view, I should have dispersed all my spiritual power in pursuit of a single killing blow."
"But in the end, I was still somewhat unwilling."
Wang Ye sighed, a trace of loneliness in his eyes.
Suddenly, an ancient book gave off threads of gentle azure light as it floated above his head.
The ancient book turned in the wind.
Characters created by the sages of humanity floated around Wang Ye, until a massive character for "rule" appeared.
The mountains and rivers beneath his feet seemed like a natural formation, lines and patterns spreading out across the earth.
Invisible energy gathered around Wang Ye from heaven and earth.
Wang Ye's Ghost Messenger Blade shone with a dazzling light.
But in the end, the blade could no longer withstand that terrifying energy and quietly shattered.
Yet though the blade was broken, its soul remained.
A blade without substance, formed entirely from energy.
Within the Ten Cities of the Heavenly Group.
Threads of light rose from above the heads of ordinary citizens, crystalline and translucent like fireflies.
Then they converged toward Wang Ye.
"This is the will of the people."
"Zhang Ziliang, if your heart did not stand with humanity, you could never have struck this blade."
"Why did you still refuse to believe me?"
Under the terrifying energy fluctuations, the sky stretched cloudless for thousands of miles, and even the sunlight seemed somewhat dimmed.
Li Xinghe stood on the Heaven Group rooftop.
He clenched his hands nervously and waited in silence.
Many people made similar gestures.
But most ordinary