Back Mountain

Within the Void Sword Mound, the old man's gaze shifted and changed.

"Since ten thousand years ago..."

"Celestial Pivot has been tainted, and the Divine Thoughts of all living beings are weak. There can't possibly be any divine beasts anymore..."

"What on earth... happened?"

A fog shrouded his heart.

The old man's mind and spirit became a sword as he deduced the root cause of the evil being's disappearance.

His Divine Thought was like a sword, cleaving through the fog in an instant. Then the scene changed, and all that entered his sight was a field of blood-red.

The horizon was crimson as blood. Amid corpse mountains strewn across the wilds, a hideous yet majestic king among corpses, its entire body bound in chains, slowly opened both eyes.

Those eyes were filled with brutality, bloodshed, and twisted Dao Rhyme.

"Dao Sin!"

The long-bearded old man shook his head and said, "A petty little monster and evil thing entered my Void. I originally wanted to trace its karma and cut it down with one sword, but somehow, inexplicably, I cut out a Dao Sin..."

The white-haired, long-bearded old man's face was pale, as if he were restraining something. Across his face, Sword Qi crisscrossed, and killing intent flowed.

Across the mountain full of sword mounds, there was nothing unusual.

The old man's gaze was horrified.

The old man stood dazed for a moment. Then, within his gaunt face, a trace of proud bearing emerged.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Strands of twisted, blood-red Dao Rhyme coiled through it.

Resolve showed on the old man's face. His Divine Thought became a sword, and he slashed out.

Elder Xun's face sank like water. He reached out and drew a line, carving a pitch-black rift out of the void. Then he