Deep within this mist-shrouded land.
A black path emerged from the void, incredibly mysterious, as though it towered above everything.
"...Thankfully, thankfully the source is going to act personally..."
The voice on the black path sounded immensely relieved.
"Store these stone carvings here!"
One stone after another suddenly appeared upon the black path.
Those stones... seemed to have come from the darkest reaches of the universe. They were pitch-black throughout, their substance so hard that it was almost as if they could destroy every divine weapon in the world!
Yet upon those indestructible black stones were carvings—one after another.
Those carvings... were all humanoid!
The figures were dancing with swords. Every movement seemed to contain endless true meaning, gathering the grandeur of the Great Dao!
A dozen or so rotten slaves appeared woodenly. They carried the stone carvings down from the black path and placed them in this mist-shrouded land.
"Stone carvings from the source... Do they represent the sword path that exists on the source's side...?"
The being on the black path murmured:
"As expected of an existence that could stand atop the Dark Throne even after death... Too terrifying. The sword path cannot be observed... It even requires Darkest Stones to bear its Dao..."
Even the master of the black path, who had come from the source, could not understand the carvings upon those black stones!
"With these stone carvings here, I won't need to face that one directly... I only need to calmly seize the lamp... Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll truly perish..."
Before long, the rotten slaves had finished arranging all the black stones.
"Follow me to Lamp Burning Valley."
The voice on the black path rang out. The thirteen rotten slaves immediately turned around and followed the black path away.
"Ao Wushuang, move faster..."
Among