The battlefield fell ever more silent.
The Wuya Sect was left somewhat speechless.
Countless disciples were still immersed in that astonishing sword strike.
For a long while, they could not come back to their senses.
This was a sword truly aimed at the Immortal Dao.
One sword illuminated the road ahead of the Immortal Dao; one sword cleaved through the dim heavens of the Supreme Heaven.
The lingering immortal aura had yet to fully disperse.
The ultimate path of offense left the world so shaken that, even countless years later, no one would forget this scene, and they would still recall the past one after another.
This far surpassed the shock of Jian Wushuang's sword that had once suppressed an entire era.
How many people dared point their swords at the heavens?
Wuya Sect.
It was not only the countless disciples who were dazed. Many Supreme Realm cultivators were also suddenly enlightened.
Bright Moon Venerable fell to his knees, tears streaming endlessly down his face.
"I understand. I understand now—the true way to cultivate."
Weiyang Peak.
Weiyang Venerable was silent for a moment before quietly turning away. "Senior, may you have a safe journey."
She did not address her as Daoist friend.
That single word, "Senior," contained all the respect she could offer.
Back mountain.
The Third Grand Elder closed his eyes, unable to bear watching the Maiden gradually burn away beneath the ultimate sword-light. Echoing Jian Wushuang's final words, he slowly said, "Farewell. Never to meet again."
On the Sky Curtain, a bloodstained corner of a skirt drifted down.
I stood in the courtyard and reached out to grasp its hem. "Senior Brother, was that you?"
Who in the entire Supreme Heaven had not seen the sword strike named Peerless?
Everyone had personally witnessed the heroic Maiden, who achieved