Sword Broken, People Parted

The cold wind howled, and snowflakes flew.

Wang Xian stood atop the Divine Mountain, gazing at the towering stone statue before him, his heart surging with emotion.

A hundred years had passed, yet the Zhen Tian Sword buried in the old general's chest still carried an air of vicissitude.

Even though the old general had become a stone statue, the Divine Sword remained.

In that great battle a century ago, the Great Zhou Dynasty had fallen to the barbarian army, and General Qin had led his troops to die before Tiger Pass.

The barbarian emperor had driven the Zhen Tian Sword into the old general's chest, then placed his remains on the Questioning Heaven Platform atop the barbarian holy mountain. Exposed to wind and rain, a hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Whether it was General Qin's bones or the Zhen Tian Sword stabbed into his chest,

both were an eternal wound to His Majesty and General Qin Da Tie.

Wang Xian's heart was filled with mixed emotions. If I had known this would happen, why did I waste three years in the Southern Frontier?

He stood before the statue, unable to calm himself for a long while.

After thinking it over, he said to Sa Tongtian beneath the snow-covered cedar, "Old man, I'm taking that sword!"

"Buzz!"

When the old man heard this, stars swirled before his eyes and his whole body trembled. "No one in this world can take this sword."

Wang Xian shouted coldly, "I can!"

The old man fell silent. After an unknown length of time, he replied, "Taking ten thousand steps back, even if you can take that Myriad Gods Sword, the stone statue may be destroyed before your eyes!"

"So what?"

Wang Xian thought of what King Qin Guang had