The sky was azure blue, clouds packed together like overlapping fish scales.
At the far horizon where the clouds met heaven and earth.
A mountain peak stood like a giant sword, and a line of birds at its summit formed the character "one."
Yet the wings of the bluebirds flying onward suddenly trembled in unison.
Then they fell straight from the sky, completely out of control!!
"Splatter~"
Crushed into bloody pulp beneath that immense pressure, the birds gave off a faint scent of blood...
That pressure did not merely affect the army within this mountain ravine.
Even the birds at the edge of the sky could not escape it.
This pressure came from Master Xu!!
A man the people and officials of the Holy Dynasty did not know how to judge.
Some said that he had assisted the Great Ancestor and laid the foundations of the Holy Dynasty, making him a benefactor of the realm.
Others said that he had plotted rebellion in his old age and committed the unforgivable crime of regicide.
But no matter how he was judged.
His cultivation stood at the absolute pinnacle of this world.
He wore an ancient, simple Daoist robe.
The whisk in his hand was as spotless as when Zeng Anmin had first seen him.
His eyes now held a faintly smiling, faintly mocking look.
He stood in the air, his gaze settling upon Zeng Anmin.
"I wonder how my few worthless disciples have been faring in Qinghai?"
His voice was not loud.
Yet every word he spoke was like a towering wave in the sea, crashing toward Zeng Anmin with surging fury.
"You still have the mind to worry about them?"
Zeng Anmin's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze just as sharp.
Under the gaze of the multitude.
His body rose