Life Sword, Death Sword, Life and Death Sword

Hua Qiang sat as still as an old monk in meditation, his aura fully restrained, as though he had merged with heaven and earth.

A gentle breeze suddenly drifted over, lifting the hem of his robes. Ripples spread through the surrounding space, as if some mysterious force were quietly surging.

His consciousness seemed to plunge into an abyss, then soar straight into the clouds. It traveled through chaos until his vision suddenly brightened, and he arrived at an incomparably vast Ancient Battlefield.

Heaven and earth lay shrouded in darkness. Blood-red clouds hung oppressively low, as if they might fall at any moment upon this purgatory on earth.

Tens of millions of Devil Race and Human Race soldiers were slaughtering one another in a frenzy. Battle cries, clashing weapons, and miserable screams wove together into a deathly symphony that chilled the soul.

The earth was soaked in blood, turned into a mire. Countless corpses were piled like mountains, with severed limbs scattered everywhere.

In the air, the Devil Race's flying units fought fiercely against human cultivators. All manner of magical radiance and sword qi crisscrossed, tearing the sky into a shattered canvas.

The Devil Race soldiers had grotesque forms and radiated sinister auras. They wielded enormous battle axes and scythes, chanting obscure incantations as they unleashed black demonic flames. Wherever the flames passed, grass and trees alike turned to ash.

The Human Race soldiers wore heavy armor and wielded longswords and spears. They formed battle formations, using flesh and blood to withstand the Devil Race's frenzied assault.

The two sides traded blows in a fierce battle. Countless lives vanished every second, and the entire battlefield seemed to have become an Asura hell, with heaven collapsing and earth splitting amid unparalleled carnage.

At that very moment of life and death, a streak