Inside Xingdao City.
Countless people looked up at the sky and witnessed a sight they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
High above, a black sun radiating an ominous aura slowly descended.
As it fell, everything, tangible or intangible, was burned away and turned to ash.
It was as though the sun in the heavens had gone out, burned to nothing, and its corpse was crashing down to destroy the entire mortal world.
At the same time, a blade's radiance, pure beyond compare, rose unhurriedly like a full moon.
Upon the moon stood a mighty beast. It lifted its head to the sky, watching the black sun.
Pfft!
In the blink of an eye, the Black Sun and White Moon gently collided.
But unlike the tremendous clash everyone had imagined, their contact was soundless and caused no great disturbance beyond them.
Both Jiang Yan and the Hengdao Sect's experts were doing their best to limit the impact on ordinary people.
Jiang Yan wasn't some crazed killer. He had no intention of harming ordinary people. Xingdao City was the Hengdao Sect's foundation. Even if ordinary folk were no more than weeds, the sect's experts would rather not destroy them if they had a choice.
Thanks to the unspoken understanding between both sides, Xingdao City was spared.
Otherwise, the city would likely have been destroyed in their very first fierce clash, reduced to nothing.
Yet in a realm beyond ordinary people's sight, black flames and white light were locked in a furious struggle, devouring each other in a deadlock.
The Black Sun Catastrophe drew upon the calamity of heavenly fire descending upon the world: majestic, overbearing, scorching, and capable of destroying all things.
The radiance of the Fire Lin Sword had been passed down from an ancient True Spirit