A Blade Cleaves the Clay Idol and Shatters the Old Heavens

Across the four southeastern prefectures, ten thousand people chanted curses.

In the small town of Xinshan, one coin weighed down a hundred tricks.

In the northern lands, Iron Threshold King and Long Xiong King faced off. Masters from every faction fought amid the battle lines, blood spraying as they competed to see who would emerge the victor.

In the Ten Thousand Mountains, Monkey Wine had slaughtered Chaos King's sixty thousand troops, and now pointed straight toward the southern frontier and the Guanshan Zhu Family.

Any one of these battles would once have been the grandest clash of sorcery in the world in over twenty years, aside from Old Lord's Eyebrow skinning an emperor alive and Long Jing cursing seventeen thousand members of the imperial clan to death.

Now, however, battles across the four corners of the land had merged into one, disrupting yin and yang and stretching across the Yin Mansion and the mortal world. Their dark, treacherous, and uncanny nature, their sheer scale, and the ingenuity behind them surpassed even the battle that had destroyed Duyi.

No one knew how many strange talents and extraordinary people had joined this clash of sorcery, nor how many half-immortals from beyond the bridge had died in the battle sweeping across the land.

All they knew was that thirteen Gu Masters from the Head-Lowering Sect who had crossed the bridge borrowed the lifespans of their next lives and summoned three Gu Corpses to measure the boundaries of heaven and earth. They meant to bring Heaven back and resist the curse chanted by ten thousand people, born from redundancy.

Yet these bridge-crossing Head-Lowering Masters, each of whom could have dominated the martial world if unleashed, and these Gu Corpses, each of which could have plunged the world into chaos if let out of its