My Will Cannot Be Reversed!
The Giant God's blood and bones served as the guide, and blood-red threads nearly coiled around everyone connected to Lin Bai.
Emperor Xiao Bai Xiaoxiao of the Divine Martial Nation, Zhao Tiedan cultivating in seclusion at the War God Palace—nearly everyone had been entangled. Not a single person could escape.
Inside that gloomy palace, the old man with a Dao Bone reached out and pinched between two fingers the blood-red thread spreading from the void. His eyes immediately narrowed.
"The Giant God Race's blood-and-bone guide!"
"Using blood and bone as the foundation, drawing on bloodlines, gathering the nine clans, arranging cause and effect..."
"Lin Bai is in danger!"
Holding the red thread between his fingers, the old man's eyes instantly grew solemn, seemingly filled with a thousand shades of indifference.
At once, the old man rose from the gloomy palace. With one step, he appeared beyond the Ninth Heaven, standing atop the clouds.
His gaze turned toward a mountain.
It was a Lonely Mountain. Other than some trees, there was nothing else upon it.
He looked toward the mountain and reached out to grab it. The mountain immediately began to tremble with a rumble. Its body collapsed, and countless fragments of stone flew into the sky, circling around the old man.
With a thought from the old man, the fragments of stone circling him began to shatter in unison, turning into ashes.
The stone fragments became ashes, then rapidly condensed before him once more.
The instant those ashes condensed, they unexpectedly became... a sword!
He was actually forging a weapon!
With a casual grab, he took this mountain as his foundation and forged a Stone Sword!
The Stone Sword was about three feet long, yellow-brown all over, with an incredibly sharp edge. It seemed unlike