Jiang Wang had almost never spoken to anyone of his hatred.
He always chewed over it in silence, bearing it alone, walking on alone.
Xiang Qian was one of his few exceptions.
Back then, Xiang Qian had suffered a mental collapse, dejected as if dead, muddling through each day in a daze.
Jiang Wang had taken Xiang Qian outside Maple Forest Territory and shown him that Life Monument. He told him of the shamelessness engraved upon it, of the cries of grief beneath it. He told him how hard life was, how far the road ahead stretched, what he himself carried on his shoulders, and where he was going.
From then on, Xiang Qian rekindled his fighting spirit. Taking his friend as an example, he marched toward that wall of despair that could not be crossed.
They could understand each other.
For they both had reasons for despair, yet neither had any way to give up. Both continued onward!
Today, Jiang Wang charged toward the sea of blood and deep hatred he bore, carrying all that he had been through along the way.
With everything he had won and everything he had relinquished over these years, he launched his final charge at that weighty past.
Xiang Qian could not be absent.
Having roamed the world with his sword, unburdened and unbound, he had made preparations long ago.
At this moment, he sat alone upon Pegasus Plateau, participating in this battle from afar with nothing but a flying sword!
This was a sword art ranked among the three ultimate peaks of the Flying Sword Era.
This was the direct inheritance of Xiang Fengqi, foremost in killing power among True Insight cultivators.
This was an already peerless flying sword, echoing into the present age!
It shattered the Jade Void Divine Thunder ahead