The starry sky was filled with flying shattered stars and broken rocks, a scene of utter devastation that shook the heart.
A calamity swept the world; gods and demons threw the age into chaos, and all living beings wept in sorrow.
At the end of the starry sky, a broken continent floated in the void. Under the cover of humanity's saints, the Immortal Realm had finally withdrawn from the battlefield.
Upon the Immortal Realm, Ning Chen stood in plain clothes, his white hair stained red.
"Gods and Demons in Chaos, Sun and Moon in Motion, Heaven, Earth, Nothingness, Life."
Before Ning Chen, the Heavenly Tome of Creation rose and fell, its silver radiance dazzling as it illuminated the shattered human world.
Having witnessed, with his own eyes, one treasured person after another die in battle, Ning Chen's eyes no longer held any sorrow, as though he had forgotten what sorrow was.
Above Ning Chen, four Bridges of Great Dao rose and fell. Three had already reached completion; only the fourth, the Sword Bridge, had never fully solidified.
Since time immemorial, no one had ever attained more than two Great Daos. With the Phoenix and Demonic Dual Bodies, Ning Chen had achieved two Daos, then three, an accomplishment without precedent or equal.
Yet the fourth Sword Dao, where heaven and earth could not endure, had become the barrier preventing Ning Chen from stepping into a higher realm.
"Ning Chen!"
At that moment, a swordsman in white appeared upon the Immortal Realm. The familiar face, the familiar sword intent—yet both surpassed what they had once been.
Sensing the person behind him, Ning Chen turned and said softly, "Sword Two, welcome back."
Sword Two raised his eyes toward the Immortal Realm and the human world. Their former prosperity was nowhere to be seen.