Three days and three nights later.
"Eh, it's finally separated..."
Li Qingyun's spirits lifted, his eyes blazing as he stared fixedly at the several clusters of dazzling divine materials that had split apart within the divine fire before him.
Yet the focus of his gaze was not the resplendent glow, but a dull, lustreless piece of bone among them!
From that bony object, he sensed a trace of a Human Dao aura that felt strangely familiar.
"Another piece of Human Dao Saint Bone!"
"But this bone does not belong to the ancient saint Yellow Emperor. It belongs to one of the other two Human Dao Three Saints—I just don't know which one!"
"These superior clans that dominate the multiverse truly are not content with murder and cruelty; they must grind the bones to dust as well. Cold-hearted to the extreme..."
As sorrow welled up in his heart, an undercurrent of killing intent rose with it.
In this world, from the myriad heavens to the universe, from mortals to Haotian, one truth had been repeated from beginning to end: the strong stood tall, while the weak turned to ash...
"Then let the sorrow and fury of the Human Dao forge the blood-edged sharpness of the Slaughtering Immortal Sword!"
"This sword was born to slaughter immortals!"
He chanted soundlessly, yet his divine sense drove the Golden-Purple Flame into a frenzy, burning the entire mountain hollow an inexplicable blood-red, red as a glaring sea of blood.
With the Saint Bone as its core, guided by the Path of Rebirth Intent, it slowly extended into a sword skeleton. The moment its rudimentary form took shape, the hidden chamber within the mountain seemed to stir something in the unseen void, and a mysterious blood wind abruptly emerged from the bloody light out of thin air!