The Immortal Sword World.
As the scene before him changed, Hao Shuai found himself in a mountain forest. He instinctively looked up. A full moon hung high in the sky, casting a hazy glow.
He looked around. The dim, misty night couldn't obscure his Wisdom Eye, but he still couldn't tell where he was at a glance.
But where he was didn't matter to him at all.
With his current strength, he could roam freely across the Six Realms of the Immortal Sword World.
Whether it was the big boss, the Moon Worship Cult Leader, the Sword Saint who had attained the Dao, the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, or the Heavenly Demon Emperor of the Demon Realm, Hao Shuai could pick a fight with any of them.
If anyone managed to annoy him, he could head to Mount Shu or the Demon Realm and slap every dog he saw twice, then shake the yolks right out of the eggs laid by the hens at home~~
The only one who might pose a threat to him was the nominal ruler of the Six Realms: the Heavenly Emperor Fuxi.
The reason he couldn't be certain was that, throughout the entire history of the Immortal Sword World, there was no record of the Heavenly Emperor ever making a move.
But Hao Shuai wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death that the Heavenly Emperor was just a pretty face with no real power.
After all, the Heavenly Emperor Fuxi was one of the Three Sovereigns!
And these Three Sovereigns weren't the Three Sovereigns among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. They were far more impressive.
As everyone knew, the Immortal Sword World also had a creation myth.
But after Pangu died, his essence, energy, and spirit had supposedly transformed