In the human realm, after darkness descended, countless inheritances were destroyed. On Ziwei Star, atop the last immortal mountain, Yue Ling arrived and inherited the Old Heavenly Master's legacy.
And before a great river flowing in reverse, a thousand li away from the immortal mountain, Ning Fan temporarily halted his steps and began to devote himself to comprehending the sword.
The reverse-flowing great river crashed against its banks. Above the riverbank, a mortal sword lay suspended in the air, its blade trembling and humming, each note like roaring waves.
Since setting foot upon the path of immortality, Ning Fan's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, crossing the Void and Reality Realms and heading straight into the True Realm.
Within the True Realm, Ning Fan saw the true essence of heaven and earth's laws, and his eyes grew ever clearer.
Yet in the course of comprehending the Dao, Ning Fan's lifespan also drained away at a terrifying pace. Though his appearance had not changed much due to the rise in his martial cultivation, the aura of passing years upon him became increasingly distinct.
Not far away, Qing Ling and Yin'er watched Ning Fan ahead, silently guarding him as they always had.
In the years when the Great Dao crumbled, everything in the human realm changed. Flowers bloomed in the depths of winter, and birds cried until they bled.
At first, people found it difficult to adapt to such abnormal changes. Some with ulterior motives even took the chance to spread theories of the world's destruction, throwing people's hearts into turmoil.
However, humanity's ability to adapt was beyond that of any other race. In little more than ten years, the common people of the human realm had already grown accustomed to these bizarre sights.
During the ten years of upheaval in