Twelve Dark Divine Swords

"The Sword Sect has fallen to such a pathetic state because of a useless Dao Ancestor like you!" Dark Sword Ancestor stepped forward, staring at the Sword Ancestor whose vitality was steadily draining away. His killing intent was bone-chilling. "The end of the Pillar of Creation is approaching. You should have been seeking a way to survive, yet you insisted on establishing the Sword Sect's status!"

When the Creation Secret Realm was first created, an unknown number of Dao Ancestors had died. Some had willingly gone to their deaths, while others had hidden away in search of a chance to survive.

The Divine Cult was like this, the Dao Sect was like this, and the Sword Sect was like this as well. Had the Dao Sect not produced Su Changqing from who knew where, it would have long since been destroyed.

The white-robed Sword Ancestor's vitality continued to drain away, ground down one after another by the twelve Dark Divine Swords. His white hair soon became mottled, deep wrinkles carved across his face, making him look like an old man.

"Perhaps we were wrong. But you must find Su Changqing. He will take you away from this decaying world." The Sword Ancestor's eyes were desolate as he looked at Dark Sword Ancestor.

The two had been fellow disciples in the Sword Sect. Both were extraordinarily gifted, both were the Sword Sect's favored geniuses, and they had shared an excellent relationship. They had also attained the Great Dao of the Sword one after the other, astonishing the world.

But the end of the Pillar of Creation was drawing near. The Sword Sect's Harmony Dao experts had all gone to create the Creation Secret Realm, and many powerful experts had died as a result. Coupled with Dark Sword Ancestor's betrayal and defection,