"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
He did not know whether it was the wind, or the sound of his own ragged breathing.
The Myriad Forms Sword Master forced his heavy eyelids open and once again stimulated his heart with Sword Qi, but could no longer kindle any new strength from within.
At last, he understood. This body had already burned itself out.
For the duty upon his shoulders, he had drawn the sword in his hand. To cleave through the blockade and rescue Mystic Shrine Pass, he had emptied all the reserves accumulated over his lifetime in the shortest possible time...
But his opponent was the lord of the Sea of Sighs, a heavenly demon who likewise bore the responsibility of his race!
Before his sword, Hao Yuan had not taken even a single step back.
My true self was Myriad Forms... Myriad Forms, the Only One Sword.
He had practiced the sword for too long, sought the sword for too long. He had already forgotten his own name.
He had spent his years guarding within the Heaven and Earth Sword Case. When he opened his eyes, there was neither day nor night, only one sword canon after another. He was equally insensitive to the passage of time. Had he guarded that place for four hundred years? Perhaps five hundred.
He did not care much about time, but he knew that now... he ought to be faster.
There were far too many people within Mystic Shrine Pass.
Qiu Mengzhou was his only personal disciple.
Sikong Jingxiao's talent in the sword was not the strongest, but he was the most suitable candidate to become master of the gate.
And there were countless disciples, warriors beyond reckoning...
Perhaps the ordinary masses were like grass and trees, but it was precisely those grass-and-tree masses that