Cang, the opposing lane runs deep-let me handle it!

The Witch-Slaying Sword passed through, and ten thousand ages turned to nothing.

The epic of the era was severed, the glory of the age diverted, and it set off down an unpredictable path.

If it had been an external enemy, Human Dao would never have feared it. Whoever came would be fought. Even Pangu would dare to challenge it.

But what could be done?

It was a force that had sprouted from within Human Dao itself—a condensation of desire, greed, and every flaw there was. It had allowed the most impregnable fortress to be breached from within!

This was almost an inescapable fate.

After all, while it was a flaw, had it not also once been the driving force behind progress?

Once they had borrowed this "dividend," they should have been prepared to resolve and repay it one day.

This was the karma of the era, the cycle of fate!

Each time karma was untangled and sublimated from the cycle, Human Dao would undergo a baptism from within outward and head toward a stronger tomorrow!

And then the cycle would begin anew.

A brand-new era, brand-new problems, and brand-new challenges had arrived!

One Great Luo after another transformed through this process and advanced toward supreme achievement.

This was the path by which the Primordial World moved forward!

In the past, Tai Hao had been the pioneer, the one who attained Great Luo through the Primordial World.

Today, Feng Xi was facing the test of the path, becoming an obstacle on the road to the summit.

His answer to this was only one thing—

"Clang!"

Eastern Hua Dijun's legacy sword moved. Its entire body shone, transforming into an eternal divine radiance that pierced through the years and went to fight in his stead!

"Boom!"

The two supreme swords crossed time and