The world of swords lasted only three breaths before slowly dissipating.
The sky became the sky once more, the sea of clouds churned again, and the gale winds howled as before.
But everyone knew that those brief three breaths had been enough to rewrite everything.
With a clang, the tip of Starfall Sword in Chen Yuan's hand dropped to the ground.
The Sever Dustbound Ties strike, powerful enough to slay a True Lord, shattered along with the vanishing sword world, turning into countless ash-gray motes of light that drifted through the air before ultimately returning to nothingness.
As though it had never existed at all.
Chen Yuan stood where he was, looking as though every ounce of strength had been drained from him. His face was deathly pale.
His hands trembled. His spiritual platform buzzed. And his sword heart—that Emotionless Sword Heart forged over two lifetimes of cultivation, after severing the seven emotions and six desires—now bore a crack visible to the naked eye.
Impossible...
The thought churned over and over in his mind, yet he could find no grounds to refute it.
He was the reincarnation of the Emotionless Sword Monarch.
In the previous era, with the cultivation of a fifth-stage Tribulation Immortal, he had dominated an entire region and been revered by countless experts as the "Ultimate of the Sword."
Yet today, a young man had used the cultivation of the Tribulation Transcendence stage and a method he had never even heard of to reduce his full-power strike to nothing.
Effortlessly, as though lifting a heavy weight were light work.
Am I... really just a frog at the bottom of a well?
He slowly closed his eyes. The unwillingness and pride raging within his chest battled fiercely for a long while before, before the scorching truth, they all