On the ridge, which wound like a horned dragon, Feng Dao walked alone, carrying the Heavenly Blade left behind by the Blade God.
Feng Dao had not always been called Feng Dao. Ten years ago, when he first emerged, he challenged Shi Xuan, the Blade King of the Human Realm. Their battle shook the world. His blade struck without regret, and Shi Xuan praised him: "After this battle, you're worthy of laying down your blade."
From then on, the name Feng Dao spread throughout the Human Realm.
Feng Dao—the blade that made others lay down their blades.
One could imagine how despairing Feng Dao's blade was to those who practiced the sword.
The Blade Saint had once said that Feng Dao was a supreme genius truly born for the blade. At most twenty years, and Feng Dao would surpass him and stand at the pinnacle of the blade path.
Feng Dao was a blade-path genius no one could afford to overlook, and now he had a fine blade—a Heavenly Blade left behind by the Blade God.
So Feng Dao feared nothing. With a blade in hand, no ghost or god would be left behind. That was why he had rejected Xu Qingcheng's offer to join forces. Alone, with one blade, he headed for the palace that seemed so out of place on the God-Fallen Battlefield.
It was Lin Huang's palace.
More than thirty people remained outside Lin Huang's palace. Xue Linglong had deliberately kept them there—not to guard Lin Huang, but so he could easily issue orders.
Among the thirty-odd people were Tunbao and Xue Linglong. The others, following Lin Huang's instructions, had gone out to search for sacrificial offerings and find the disciples of the Samsara Dojo.
To highlight Lin Huang's status, Xue Linglong and the others had raised