Forge My Sword for Battle, Storm the Nine Heavens, Spill My Blood, and Never Turn Back

A muffled drumbeat suddenly sounded from the depths of heaven and earth. Boom, boom, boom. Every beat shook the soul. As the drums rolled, countless vast auras surged from every corner of the Six Realms, sweeping outward like thunder. Boundless pressure engulfed the realms, stilling even the lingering currents of Chaos.

Heaven's might shook the Six Realms, and the mighty emerged!

A skeleton glowing with a ghostly light rose unhurriedly from the shattered earth and drifted into the sky. As it flew, it let out an aged, helpless sigh. "What torment. Truly, what torment... Even these old bones of mine, practically dead already, have been forced to fight."

"Ghost Lord!" Chen Nan's pupils contracted at the familiar skeleton in the sky, and he cried out before he could stop himself. Clutching his Sky-Piercing Halberd, he strode forward. "Ghost Lord, I'm coming with you! One more fighter means one more measure of strength!"

"You needn't come." The Ghost Lord spoke as slowly as ever, his voice calm but utterly firm. "This journey is almost certain death. You have something more important to do."

He paused, looking over the broken world below. "The Heavenly Dao has gone completely mad. It has destroyed the foundations of the Six Realms. We old fellows will do everything we can to buy you time and preserve the last shred of hope."

Before Chen Nan could plead again, the Ghost Lord accelerated into a streak of ghostly light and shot straight toward the stars beyond the heavens, leaving him no chance to object.

Countless powerful auras followed through the void. They belonged to the hidden, supreme experts of the Six Realms.

With the Six Realms on the brink of destruction, they could hide no longer. Some began devouring living beings in hopes of surviving the apocalypse, but