The Cloud Realm Corridor spanned sky and Heaven's End, black iron armor spread open into a divine curtain.
Great Mu's Minister of Rites, who cared most for his appearance, wore his long hair loose as he came home through a wind-swept snowy night.
The Son of Heaven Sword in his hand was freshly bloodied.
He spoke no impassioned words, as though he were merely a husband returning from a hunt, finally coming home to the warmth of the campfire on a snowy night.
Though he had returned late, he had returned in the end.
The wind and snow of this night were something husband and wife ought to face together.
"I'm back."
The Great Mu Empire's imperial son-in-law, a direct-blood descendant of Emperor Huai of Qin of the Great Qin Empire, carried the Supernatural Power Son of Heaven Sword drawn from a spine, cleaving through wind and snow all the way back to his wife's side.
That Supernatural Power Son of Heaven Sword seemed to stir heaven and earth. In Zhao Rucheng's grasp, it seemed the gathering point of heaven's rules, earth's laws, and the countless threads of authority in the human world.
With this sword in hand, one could grant life, take life, bestow, and strip away!
Crack! Crack!
The Cloud Realm Corridor split before this sword.
Heaven and earth dimmed, that this man might shine.
Zhao Rucheng's long hair streamed behind him. His Dao body had already smashed through a thousand barriers, and with one sword, he came to kill!
Wind and snow trailed behind him. Soldier Sha could not bar his way; the iron-curtain battle formation was no more than an empty shell. Those peach-blossom eyes, so full of feeling, seemed the only color of light in this snowy night.
Until the second ray of light appeared.