The Immortal Domain lay devastated, scarred as far as the eye could see. The human realm's powerful cultivators had departed, leaving only Ning Chen behind to guard the mortal realm alone.
His dazzling white hair danced in the wind. With the great battle imminent, Ning Chen's heart instead grew calm.
After a lifetime of struggle and countless brushes with life and death, Ning Chen revered death, yet did not fear it.
Behind him, an ancient sword stood embedded in the earth. Sealed within its wooden scabbard, the blade hummed without cease.
The three-day deadline approached. At the end of the Purple Star Starfield, darkness bore down upon them, its despair-inducing aura so terrifying that even heaven and earth trembled.
Before that dark aura stood the Lord of Darkness in black robes. Behind him followed the Three Dark Heavenly Kings, their vast auras shaking the heart.
Darkness and light, black and white—so clearly divided.
"Are you the only one left?"
The Lord of Darkness spoke indifferently.
"I alone am enough," Ning Chen said calmly.
"Your confidence pleases me."
The Lord of Darkness stepped forward. Black currents continuously spread around him, and the pressure grew ever more frightening.
"My Lord!"
Behind him, All Heavenly Venerates stepped forward and said, "A mere human is not worthy of Your Lordship's personal intervention. Allow this subordinate to face him."
The Lord of Darkness shook his head. "The Lord of the Mortal Realm is different now. You are no longer his match."
At those words, All Heavenly Venerates furrowed their brows slightly and looked toward the Lord of the Mortal Realm in the Immortal Domain, their faces filled with confusion.
They could not see what had changed in this Lord of the Mortal Realm. His aura and cultivation were no different from three days ago.
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