When a Nation Was About to Fall, Heroes Still Rose

The wind howled as he fled by breaking through space.

"Are you all right?"

Jiang Ding summoned the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword into his hand, examining it carefully with a Spiritual Sense Scan.

After such brutal acceleration, even a Nascent Soul treasure should have snapped.

Yet the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword bore no damage, inside or out.

It was merely somewhat listless, as though it had expended a great deal of spirituality. A faint drowsiness hung over it, and its sensitivity to the outside world had declined.

"Rest for a while."

With a casual motion, he tucked the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword into his brow.

She appeared within the unknown space between his brows, floating quietly. Some change occurred in the surrounding space, channeling unknown power over to nourish the flying sword and mend its damaged spirituality.

As he traveled, Jiang Ding silently recalled the Karma Technique Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch had left behind. At that moment, countless inspirations had abruptly erupted in his heart.

In the end, they vaguely formed a pillar-like object, connected to the Sword of Gold Annihilation of a true immortal that might exist in the future—perhaps tens or even hundreds of thousands of years from now.

Beast Spirit Immortal City, the high tower of the clan ancestral hall.

Boundless chill and frost suddenly descended upon more than ten Black Clan Direct Lineage Golden Cores.

For a long while, no one spoke.

It was as though an extraterritorial wind from the far north had swept over them. The shields and mana of Golden Core Cultivators were utterly useless; every one of them felt icy cold to the heart.

Fear, panic, disbelief.

All manner of emotions rose within them.

Before them, amid the ancestral tablets, thick incense smoke curled endlessly. For ten thousand years, no matter how