The famed sword of All-Under-Heaven City, [Chendu], had gone to its eternal rest with Wei Xun.
Unresentful Emperor Lord Zhan Shou and Mystic Deity Emperor Lord Rui Chong had joined forces to bury that powerful True Monarch who had harbored grand ambitions of reviving his sect. They buried him outside the East Sea Dragon Palace.
Neither his corpse nor his sword could be found.
Though the Human Race had emerged victorious from the Lost Realm war, it had ended with Gao Jie sealing off the Lost Realm.
On the Lost Realm battlefield, where those above Divine Presence were forbidden from entering or leaving, who could still approach the East Sea Dragon Palace?
Yet at this moment, Wang Kun said that he had heard Chendu weeping.
Was he speaking of that sword, or that man?
"I haven't heard it for now." Li Longchuan raised his chin slightly. "But if you keep playing these mystifying tricks, you may find that the one crying—is you."
"Indeed." As though he had not heard the threat at all, Wang Kun went on, "How could Chendu's cries be heard by a Qi man?"
"Chen Du True Monarch devoted his whole life to this sea. He made his name young, performed extraordinary feats time and again, and in the end fed it even with his own body. But what did he gain?"
"The Sea Suppression Alliance he built with his own hands now flies the Qi people's purple banner. Sea Fishing Tower, which he spent his life building, has even left Huai Island. Upon End of the World Terrace, the one who fished at the world's end is seen no more."
"The legacy of the ancient Human Emperor, the greatness of Dragon-Fishing Guest—none of it has received respect here..."
Wang Kun said much, recounting every matter from