The Sword Palace's Destruction

To the Luo Chen Sword Palace, whose legacy stretched back ten thousand ages, seven days were but a fleeting instant.

Even cultivators with lifespans of several centuries could regard seven days as the blink between opening and closing their eyes.

But these seven days had made everyone in the Luo Chen Sword Palace feel as though each day lasted a year.

Yes, each day lasted a year.

Because... the elders had been acting rather strangely lately.

As for how they were strange... no one could quite put it into words. In any case, it just was not normal.

Yes, very abnormal.

The Sword Palace's cultivators were naturally all Sword Cultivators. Aside from anomalies like the Third Elder, who had comprehended the realm of withered stillness, most should have been spirited and ever-striving.

Even within the Third Elder's bitter realm, there should naturally have been a current of vitality, flowing uninterrupted from heel to crown.

But...

Over the past few days, the Sword Palace's High-level Cultivators all seemed gloomy. Their words and actions carried an air of panic, as if they had encountered some immense upheaval.

It was terrifying.

Some Sword Palace disciples skilled at reading auras noticed the elders' abnormality and began asking questions. Yet those inquiries received no direct answers.

Thus, panic spread silently.

"Have you heard? Our Sword Palace may have landed in serious trouble..."

"Serious trouble?" someone scoffed. "Our Luo Chen Sword Palace currently has four Dividing the Spirit cultivators standing guard. An ordinary sect could hardly wipe us out in haste, could it?"

"Hard to say... Didn't Elder Lian defect some days ago, provoking His Holy Emperor's imperial wrath? If this is His Holy Emperor's will, what difference is there between our Sword Palace and a nest of ants?"

Everyone was passing around such rumors.

Naturally,