Retrace Heaven.
The firmament resembled a dried-up riverbed, strewn with cracks and gray blotches.
Across this vast, primordial world, a strange and terrifying goose-feather wind raged all year round.
Whenever this gale swept through, it tore countless fine cracks into the void, like goose feathers scattering through the air. That was how it got its name.
Any expert below the Dao Ancestor level who encountered this wind would feel as though they had entered a hell of a thousand cuts. Their flesh and soul would suffer the torture of slow slicing every moment, making it almost unbearable.
Those who could not withstand it would perish, their Dao vanishing with them.
Even those who endured it would have their vitality greatly injured.
And the goose-feather wind was merely one of Retrace Heaven's dangers!
"Hold on. This goose-feather wind will pass soon."
Within a goose-feather wind ravaging heaven and earth, a group of sword cultivators had gathered together and were struggling onward.
Leading them was Zhuo Yu of the Ten Thousand Demon Sword Court.
He gripped a Dao sword, his cultivation roaring as he raised a curtain of sword light. Like a shield, it stood before them and led his fellow disciples onward.
The frigid gale was like countless sharp blades, shredding the void into pieces. It slammed against the sword curtain before Zhuo Yu, producing dense impacts like a drumbeat.
Even the sword curtain was shaking violently.
Zhuo Yu's face was pale. He bore the greatest impact.
To keep the sword curtain raised against the goose-feather wind, he was practically battling heaven and earth itself, suffering constant blows that had long since wounded him.
Behind him, his fellow disciples had also raised sword curtains, joining Zhuo Yu in resisting this dreadful wind calamity.
This had already continued for a full hour.