Across the Divine Continent, calamity of demons descended. Above the desolate city, at the place where the sword of the desolate city had once proven its Dao, the pinnacle swordsman of the present-day desolate city now revealed another peerlessly brilliant sword of proof. Boundless sword momentum cleaved through the limits of realms and shook the mortal world.
At the end of that sword, there were no regrets, no remorse. So close at hand, the dazzling golden sword light descended. An incomparably radiant strike had reached the absolute pinnacle of the mortal world's sword Dao.
Spraying blood misted the sky. A terrifying sword scar appeared across the gray-clothed elder's chest, deep enough to reveal bone, horrifying beyond measure.
"Urgh."
The flying figure crashed through mountain after mountain. Rocks shattered, boulders rained down, smashing one enormous crater after another into the ground.
After the sword strike, the white-clothed figure fell helplessly from the sky. As he gazed upon the mortal world one last time before death, there were no regrets, no remorse.
"Sword Two!"
From afar, Ning Chen rushed over at full speed. His pupils contracted sharply as his figure flashed forward, catching the falling swordsman. His body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"You're back."
Feeling the familiar aura beside him, a trace of comfort passed through Sword Two's gradually dimming eyes. With him back, he could rest easy.
"Protect your heart meridian. Don't speak."
Ning Chen's body shook without stop. The Scroll of Life circulated as he forcibly poured it into Sword Two's body, prolonging his life.
"It's useless."
In that final flicker of returning light, exhaustion crossed Sword Two's pale face as he spoke weakly.
"Don't talk. Don't give up. We've made it through so many hardships. You'll be fine."
Ning Chen shouted with a trembling voice. His cultivation surged higher