Mount Lan, Divine Sword Plaza.
A massive fissure had appeared overhead, like a blood-red rainbow bridge stretching across the sky.
Its colors were dazzling, yet mournful and sorrowful.
The wound in the sky would slowly mend, eventually vanishing completely.
But wounds on the human body were forever difficult to heal.
The wind blew softly, and snow fell slowly.
Like the onlookers, even the spirits of nature dared not disturb the tranquility of the plaza.
Mu Dingyi was dead.
His body had exploded in midair, transforming into wisps of dust that scattered over the earth.
This was the truth that everyone had witnessed with their own eyes.
Everyone tilted their faces upward, staring at the place where Mu Dingyi had exploded, their expressions stunned and their pupils dilated.
"Old Immortal actually died?"
"How could Old Immortal, who protected the Xifeng Empire, die? How could he possibly have been killed?"
"Old Immortal..."
They had witnessed the final result of this battle with their own eyes, yet they still could not accept the reality before them.
In the hearts of the people of Tiandu, Mu Dingyi was the Xifeng Sword God, the empire's guardian. He was a supreme expert even older than they were.
He was like the two white horses at the entrance of White Horse Temple, like one of the Buddha statues inside Thousand Buddha Temple, like the two divine birds carved above the southern gate, like Deer-Chasing Park, which they occasionally remembered yet which would never disappear. He was like a distant relative or a not-so-close elder in their family, like a hemorrhoid beneath their feet or a patch of ringworm beneath their buttocks.
But how could he have died?
Atop Star Picking Tower.
A radiant young girl and two impossibly handsome older brothers stood before the window. All three