At first, two strands of sword light twisted together like threads in the air.
They were nearly concealed within the daylight, unseen by ordinary eyes.
Now hidden, now revealed, they wheeled back and forth through heaven and earth.
In one instant, they were lightning, tearing through ten thousand miles of sky. In the next, they were dragons, magnificent and thunderous!
Crack!
After a ripping blast that split open the vault of heaven, sword light illuminated heaven and earth. At last, the two figures parted.
The younger one held his sword, his eyes brimming with eagerness. The older one had a Flying Sword at his side, and his eyes were growing ever clearer.
The Southern Regions were vast and never lacked powerful figures. Though this was a wilderness devoid of human traces, a battle between two supreme powers of the age—hidden like mosquitoes and flies when still, yet making heaven and earth tremble together when they rose—could not possibly pass unnoticed.
Yet be it the Chu Kingdom, Grand City atop Heavenly Severance Peak, or Mount Sumeru, all turned a blind eye to this, leaving them ample private space.
One was forgetful and muddleheaded, yet committed every evil, without laws or rules, utterly devoid of moral principles. The other possessed an unwavering will, repaid kindness and vengeance alike, established the Heavenly Palace, suppressed the Long River, and wished to benefit all under heaven.
The two had a grudge that barred each other's paths, and an appointment to duel with swords—an appointment known throughout the world.
It was only natural for them to fight to the death. No one could find fault with it.
Except Yan Chunhui.
The very abnormal Yan Chunhui did not think this was normal at all.
"Wait!"
"I remember... we already made peace. I yielded the way, shed the