That world of swords lasted only three breaths before slowly dissipating.
The sky became the sky once more, the sea of clouds churned again, and the gale winds howled as before.
Yet everyone knew that those brief three breaths had already been enough to change everything.
With a clang, the Starfall Sword in Chen Yuan's hand drooped, its tip touching the ground.
The Severing Mortal Ties strike, powerful enough to kill a True Lord, shattered the instant the Sword Realm vanished. It turned into countless ash-gray motes of light that drifted through the air before finally returning to nothingness.
As though it had never existed at all.
Chen Yuan stood where he was, as if every ounce of strength had been drained from him. His face was deathly pale.
His hands trembled. His spiritual platform buzzed. His Sword Heart—that Emotionless Sword Heart he had cultivated over two lifetimes, forged only after severing the seven emotions and six desires—now bore a crack visible to the naked eye.
Impossible...
The thought churned over and over in his mind, yet he could find no grounds to refute it.
He was the reincarnation of the Emotionless Sword Lord.
In the previous era, with the cultivation of a fifth-layer Tribulation Immortal, he had dominated an entire region and been revered by countless experts as the "pinnacle of the sword."
Yet today, a young man had used Tribulation Crossing-stage cultivation and a method he had never seen or heard of to reduce his all-out attack to nothing.
With a light hand, he had lifted what weighed a thousand catties.
Am I... truly just a frog at the bottom of a well?
He slowly closed his eyes. The unwillingness and pride in his chest roiled violently for a long while, until before the scorching truth, they were