At the Summit of All Heavens, the demonic path had crumbled, the sword path had fallen into ruin, and in a battle that shook both ancient and modern times, the number one Martial God of the Heavenly Realm and the Legend of the Mortal Sword had perished together.
It was an ending not even the gods had foreseen, one that no one could believe. The Nether King, undefeated since time immemorial, had died in battle.
Within the Divine Hall, after the Nether King's fall, the barrier vanished. Consort Luo stepped out, her gaze fixed upon the vast and boundless Seven Heavens, a strange expression on her face.
The Nether King was dead. This world would likely soon descend into chaos.
During her days in the Divine Hall, she had clearly sensed the strength of the many Gods and Devils in the Seven Heavens Realm. Previously, the Nether King had kept them in awe, and the gods had submitted. Now that the Nether King had fallen, how could these powerful Gods and Devils remain obedient?
She and Ziyi needed to make plans early.
Inside the Divine Hall, Xia Ziyi, clad in dark robes, had slept for many years. Back when he underwent Dao Transformation, the Nether King had helped preserve his life, yet he had never awakened.
Consort Luo turned and returned to the Divine Hall. Looking at Xia Ziyi, who remained unconscious, her eyes were filled with tenderness.
No matter what, she would watch over him.
Meanwhile, in the mortal world, beside the backward-flowing Great River, the Mortal Sword rose and sank. Through a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, only the sword had accompanied him through every life.
In the blink of an eye, another fifty years passed. Ning Fan's cultivation advanced another step, and he officially entered the Heavenly Dao