In the dark void, a shining river flowed quietly, its source unseen, its end beyond sight.
This was the River of Sword Dao, located within the space of the Great Dao. There were no stars here, no worlds, only endless darkness, and it was the only light within that darkness.
The River of Sword Dao was boundless and vast, exuding an ancient and eternal aura.
Along a certain stretch of the River of Sword Dao, two figures were fighting. Their forms crossed and wove, Sword Qi sweeping in all directions. Their Sword Qi was incomparably powerful, yet when it fell into the vast River of Sword Dao, it could not stir up even the slightest splash.
As the scene drew closer, looking from behind the two of them, the River of Sword Dao was like an ocean. No matter which direction one looked, its end could not be seen.
Two streams of Sword Qi collided with the overbearing might to shatter heaven and earth, shaking both men backward at once and opening a distance of ten thousand li between them.
One of them wore a blue robe and held a wooden sword. His gaze rested on his opponent in the distance. He narrowed his eyes and said, "What a light sword. You're from the Canglan Sword Domain?"
The other sword cultivator wore white robes and held a long, slender black sword. Light flowed across its blade, as if water were sliding over the edge.
Facing his opponent's question, the white-robed sword cultivator snorted coldly and said, "Your sword carries a surge of battle intent. I didn't expect there to be someone in the War Court who specialized in Sword Dao. I thought the War Court was filled entirely with stubborn madmen possessed by demons."
The blue-robed sword cultivator replied, "If