Bearing the Name of a True God

The color drained from Huang Yan's face.

Cold sweat soaked through the back of his robe, and his throat felt gripped by an icy hand, dry and aching.

He stared at the shadow beyond the gate, his voice rising to a strangled pitch.

"Fuck..."

"When the hell did that thing get here?!"

No one answered.

For the first time, Xuan Jiu's sword hand trembled.

Not from fear.

The moment his Black Sword saw the shadow beyond the gate, it had instinctively drawn half an inch back into its sheath.

The sword was retreating.

A sword that had severed Causality, rules, and countless higher-dimensional beings was retreating.

It wasn't that the Sword Spirit was afraid to fight.

It was a more primal instinct.

Like a Fierce Beast at the top of the food chain suddenly catching the scent of its natural predator.

Xuan Jiu's face darkened.

His fingers tightened around the hilt one by one, knuckles whitening, but he did not force the blade free.

Because he knew.

If the sword itself had fallen silent, forcing it to strike might not cut down the enemy.

It might cut down his own name instead.

Veins bulged on Gu Shan's forehead, and his chest heaved like a Primordial Ferocious Beast driven to the edge of a cliff.

But he did not charge.

He did not even take a step.

The eye in Bai E's palm had barely opened a slit when bloody tears began to run between his fingers.

The next instant, as though pierced by something that could not be looked upon, the eye snapped shut.

Bai E's voice was hoarse.

"Don't look."

"Look too long, and you'll forget why you exist."

A chill seized them all.

It was too close.

The shadow stood just outside the Bronze Gate.

Only a threshold