That Black Palace stood in an alternate spacetime reached through a space-time node.
Everything that had happened on the Wind and Thunder Sea was displayed upon a giant screen of light within the Black Palace.
Inside the palace had gathered a group of figures.
There was the Founder of the Taiyin God Race, along with several Dao Lords who had set foot upon the Eternal Pathways and attained the Immeasurable Realm.
There were also Immortal Realm experts like Shang Qiuyuan and Shang Wushe, who had long since touched the threshold of the River of Destiny.
Yet at this moment, all of them clustered behind one figure, humble in posture, like stars surrounding the moon.
That figure was a man dressed in a black Daoist robe. Strands of sword-shaped eternal Dao markings wound around him, while obscure and mysterious Great Dao Light Rain blurred his features, making him seem all the more enigmatic.
Only his eyes were visible—cold and fathomless, like an abyss, like hell itself, as though endless sword light rose and fell in their depths.
The Evil Sword Venerable!
With his hands clasped behind his back, his solitary figure stood there, steep as a mountain peak. He stared silently at the scene displayed on the screen.
The atmosphere in the hall was silent enough to hear a pin drop.
No one even dared breathe too loudly.
The battle displayed upon the screen made every one of those great figures from the Taiyin God Race tremble with fear.
Yet no one dared make a sound. They forcibly suppressed the turmoil in their hearts and remained silent.
For the Sword Venerable, whom they revered as heaven itself, detested noise above all else. He especially could not stand people losing their composure and making a fuss.
Once, an expert who had just