A Youth Walking Through a Skyful of Blood Rain

It was not only the Late Golden Core Cultivator Hei Zefeng before him.

From every direction, concealed by the Third-grade Top-tier Formation Array, over twenty Golden Core Cultivators of the early and middle stages approached without a sound. Most were from the Black Clan Direct Lineage, while a small number were not collateral branches at all, but Rogue Cultivators and the like, likely promised something in return.

Below Golden Core, countless Foundation Establishment Qi Refining cultivators were scattered throughout the area, numbering as many as several hundred thousand. They stood in orderly ranks at each Formation Array Node, waiting only for a command to activate the formation and instantly besiege and kill the enemy.

Their combat experience was extraordinarily rich, and their mobilization system excellent.

With such a number of cultivators and the support of the spirit vein, they would not fear even a Quasi-Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator!

Clearly, Hei Zefeng was not as ignorant of the Tushan Sword Cultivator as he had appeared to be.

No one was foolish.

Even if the journey was distant and intelligence from recent years had not been updated, a Golden Core Cultivator capable of escaping from the hands of a Nascent Soul ancestor could never be overestimated.

"The last remnant of the Black Clan Direct Lineage..."

Jiang Ding sighed softly, unwilling to say more. His hand rested on his sword hilt as he slowly drew it. "The Last Afterglow of a force that has endured for ten thousand years is about to come to an end."

"Even I cannot help but feel deeply moved."

"Even ten thousand years of time must meet its end."

"What in this world can possibly be eternal?"

The first sliver of sword edge emerged from the sheath.

At first, the killing intent was merely a few scattered points.