This stretch of starry sky fell into dead silence.
The Youth in Green Robes stood amid the nine heavens, the longsword at his waist slowly returning to its sheath.
Before him, the rulers of the Vermilion Bird Star Domain—the Eight-step Dao Child Zhuque Zi and over a hundred Dao Children—had all been struck between the brows by swords, bloody holes appearing there as their souls were utterly extinguished. They fell through the starry sky like stones.
Every living being who witnessed this scene truly realized one thing.
History had turned to a new page.
The immortal dynasty, incomparably ancient and enduring, had continued for hundreds of millions of years—so long that Heaven and Earth All Beings had grown accustomed to it, regarding it as naturally as the sun, moon, and stars, as the turning of heaven and earth. Yet today, it might finally be approaching its end.
What happened today was only a beginning. Even an immortal dynasty would one day meet destruction.
Some felt hollow inside.
Some were delirious with joy.
Some gave rise to savage, bloodthirsty killing intent.
All sorts of thoughts surged forth, each different from the next. Yet the emotion in everyone's heart was the same, without the slightest difference. They all dropped to one knee and said in the most reverent posture, "We pay respects to—"
"Supreme Great Sun Sword Son!"
The former ruler of the Vermilion Bird Star Domain had passed away.
A new ruler had been born—the ruler of the Sword Dao. They would offer their loyalty, offering it with trembling unease, praying that this new ruler would accept them.
In truth, a rare trace of hesitation appeared in that ruler's eyes. The surrender of countless people did not stir in him any heroic spirit of ruling the world.
"Could it be..."
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