The owner of the arm rose and staggered toward the depths of the river. His hunched figure merged with the dense curse mist ahead and slowly disappeared.
"I am a Heaven-Earth Overlord. Even if I'm about to die, I'll choose my own way to meet my end... Kill!"
His weak yet domineering words came from deep within the mist, stirring the curse fog as he poured out his last strength and charged toward the deeper reaches of the Black Underworld River.
After an unknown length of time, something stirred in the direction the arm's owner had gone. A bloodstained ancient sword wobbled into view, a severed arm still clinging tightly to its hilt.
It was the very same ancient sword Hua Yunfei now held.
The bloodstained sword swayed precariously. Its true spirit had been shattered, and it let out a mournful whimper, as if weeping.
In the end, it couldn't hold on much longer. It fell helplessly onto the Desolate Island where the arm's owner had sat cross-legged before leaving.
The ancient sword fell silent, sinking into slumber on the Desolate Island.
Hua Yunfei came back to himself. What he had just seen were prehistoric scenes through the ancient sword—the final moments of the arm's owner's life.
The ancient sword trembled faintly. Though it had lost its consciousness, it still had instincts. It grieved, unable to bear its master's death.
It, too, was nearing its limit. Ages had passed, and it had rusted, lost its former might, and was on the verge of fading away completely.
Looking at the ancient sword, Hua Yunfei decided to honor the arm's owner's wishes and give him a place to be laid to rest. It would be a good deed, at least.
"What's wrong?"
Dao Wushuang and Tianming Wuji had already killed all the