One after another, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect left. Only the young woman remained, holding her ground and waiting desperately for his return.
Before long, she was the only person left in the entire world who still practiced the way of the sword.
She died on the road to reforming the old methods.
The old man's grief drove him nearly mad. Though he had grown frail with age and lost all his edge,
he was still beyond anything the cultivators who had spent their lives in a single Chaos World could match.
With two broken swords, he could slaughter every enemy in his path.
He slaughtered the entire Chaos World, including his former disciples, friends, and family.
When countless mountains and rivers lay shattered, the land was scarred, and blood soaked the earth, the old man sat alone before the young woman's gravestone.
He gripped the two broken swords, his eyes dark with sorrow.
The next moment, a vast, majestic light surged from the shattered mountains, the heavens, and the stars.
It was a sword formed from the entire Chaos World, almost boundless, its cold, keen light piercing the endless universe.
It was like the still-forming disk of the Six Paths of Reincarnation that Su Changqing had seen deep beneath the Primordial World.
The Thousand Mountains and Rivers Sword!
The old man rose and gazed at it in silence. He had stirred up the 300 Billion Chaos Worlds and fought through countless ages, desperately seeking the Thousand-River Order.
And it had been in his own world all along?
"When everyone's Thousand River Mountains are brought together, they're... a sword?!"
Su Changqing stared at the enormous sword, which spanned nearly tens of billions of light-years. His expression changed drastically.
The first Thousand River Mountain he had obtained had