Shattered Obsession, Destruction Blooms

The Black Tide churned across the heavens as hundreds of millions of players launched a full-scale counterattack.

Streams of light filling the sky crushed wave after wave of evil creatures.

A streak of sword light charged at the very front of the player army, plunging deep into the heart of darkness.

More than a century of guardianship reached its end at this moment. The sight of the Lingxi Clan taking their own lives within the great formation replayed over and over in his mind.

The grief buried deep within his heart turned into rage that could burn away everything.

The Sword of Destruction trembled in his palm like a savage beast breaking free of its restraints, thirsting for blood.

Wherever the sword light swept, swaths of Void evil creatures crumbled apart.

The dense black mist was split open by him alone, leaving behind a long, winding rift.

With every evil creature that died, black energy flowed along the blade and into the sword, staining its body layer by layer.

The blood-red color within the purple light sword gradually deepened.

When the interior of the Sword of Destruction was consumed by blood-red, a deep violet hue slowly spread from its spine, devouring the crimson bit by bit.

The originally violent sword light began to shed its ferocity, settling into a cold, extinguishing pressure.

At this moment, Little Mage's state of mind overlapped with Cang Xuan's from long ago.

Forum players had always believed that the Guardian Sword, Slaughter Sword, and Sword of Destruction were three separate paths.

One could simply choose one and follow it.

Yet at this moment, Little Mage understood the true essence of those three sword intents. He understood that they were one long, gradual road.

Beginning with guardianship, the stronger the tenderness and attachment in one's heart,