Across the Divine Continent, calamity stretched for a hundred thousand miles. The foreign races descended, and one great battle dealt immeasurable devastation to the Divine Continent, leaving countless dead and wounded.
After the battle, the kings of the foreign races departed, leaving behind the endlessly weeping people of the Divine Continent. Even Heaven could not bear it and sent down mournful rain.
The rain poured in torrents, washing out ravine after ravine. This great calamity had come without warning, yet like a raging tempest, it destroyed the hopes of all living beings.
Beneath the falling rain, the old man turned and left with his cane. Young Master Xiaobai walked behind the girl, pushed her wheelchair, and followed along.
Within the desolate city, Jian Liuying received the body of his Second Senior Brother, his body trembling without stop. Tears hung low in his eyes, unable to conceal his grief.
Ning Chen felt as though blades were carving through his heart, and he could not speak a single word.
Three days later, Ning Chen left the desolate city. All emotion vanished from his eyes, and he became resolute once more.
"Follow this king!"
Before the desolate city, Prince Yan spoke calmly and strode forward.
Ning Chen stepped forward, hoisted the sword rack onto his back, and silently followed behind.
Amid the endless mountain range, two figures walked through layer upon layer of peaks. Before a vast waterfall plunging down from the skies, the king stopped and said lightly, "Here will do."
Behind him, Ning Chen nodded, walked aside to set down the sword rack, and quietly waited for instructions.
"Pick up your sword."
Prince Yan spoke calmly.
Ning Chen remained silent. A moment later, his right hand swept through the air, and amid flowing radiance, the famed Daoist Sect blade reappeared, its