Time went uncounted in the void.
But by the Taichang Realm calendar, twenty years had already passed since the appointed battle between Taichang and the Mystic Demon.
And somewhere within the void, a storm was raging.
The boundless dark expanse had been illuminated as bright as day. Sword cries rose and fell like collapsing mountains and roaring seas, each wave higher than the last.
It was a terrifying storm formed from endless sword light.
It stretched without boundary or end, with no limit in sight.
Before this storm of swords, even Space Force—which should have been the protagonist of the void—was like ordinary air, freely churned and swept along by the current, reduced entirely to a supporting role.
One could imagine that even someone at peak Deity Transformation would likely meet no good end within it.
Yet at the very center of such a terrifying environment, a figure stood upon closer inspection.
The man stood motionless, holding a dark yellow spirit gourd in his hands. His dark robe snapped violently in the storm, yet he had not moved from beginning to end.
The sword light filling the sky was clearly targeting him, shooting toward him in a mad barrage.
Streams of sword force and waves of sword light came one after another without pause.
Yet the scene of ten thousand swords piercing his body never appeared.
Once those sword lights drew within a certain distance of him, they began circling around him instead, as though protecting him completely.
It was as if they had changed sides and acknowledged him as their master.
The originally ferocious sword momentum had now become a sight of ten thousand swords paying homage.
As time passed, endless sword light continued to pour forth from the depths of the void.
Not only did the man show