Royal Capital.
Countless people looked up at the sky.
The cloudless sky had been split in two by a single line, as though the heavens themselves had been cleaved apart.
Beneath that line stood a figure suspended in the air.
He was a swordsman in white, standing atop a flying sword with a sheathed sword in hand. His bearing was as straight as a pine, his long robes snapping in the wind.
He gazed at the Royal Capital ahead, at the myriad faces of its people. His eyes were indifferent, as though nothing in this world was worth a second glance.
The next moment.
His raised left hand formed a sword seal.
Buzz—
Suddenly, the cry of a sword echoed through heaven and earth once more.
Vast Sword Intent erupted from his body and soared into the skies.
For a time, wind and clouds churned violently.
Yet he did not speak, nor did he do anything else.
He merely continued gathering the Sword Intent in his hand.
In an instant.
Countless experts within the Royal Capital changed expressions.
They felt an intense crisis of death descend upon them, as though the sky itself were about to collapse.
Beneath this canopy of heaven, there was nowhere to flee.
They instantly understood that this unknown expert who had suddenly appeared intended to make a move against the Royal Capital.
On the Star Gazing Platform.
The Blind Old Man frowned and said in a low voice, "White Granny, your people should move now!"
"I know." White Granny's voice remained gentle, though a trace of solemnity appeared in her eyes.
The next moment.
She extended all ten fingers.
Her fingers were slender and jade-white.
Her ten fingers flicked lightly.
Elsewhere.
Upon the city walls of the Royal Capital.
A fierce gust swept past.