A broken halberd lay buried in sand, its iron not yet consumed (double-length chapter-please subscribe!)

At those words, Hechu Dao Lord narrowed his eyes slightly.

For an instant, a thousand surging emotions threatened to brew within his eyes, but in the flash of a spark, a gleam of sword light swept past.

It was as though the workings of the Myriad Phenomena Sword Eye had cut away every glimmer within them.

Then.

Hechu Dao Lord smiled calmly.

"This matter is already settled. I am not so incapable of taking things up and letting them go."

"Mystic Yang Dao Lord, wagging your tongue any further will do you no good."

"Today, the killing tribulation opens a new chapter. Naturally, the myriad Daos of the Yang World will revive and climb to greater heights. You think there are already many unfamiliar faces here, yet you do not know that still more new faces have yet to appear in this world!"

At those words, Liu Dongqing looked around in every direction.

Understanding soon dawned in his heart.

Hechu Dao Lord was right.

The delegations from many sacred lands and great sects were still led by familiar faces: Jin Wangsun of the Purple Spirit Manor, Yang Wangji of the Divine Firmament Dao Sect, and even Zhuang Wanqing of the Moral Immortal Sect.

Each of these acquaintances had brought a few unfamiliar faces with them, some young, some old.

But the true reserves of those vast sects had yet to reveal themselves at the edge of this illusory sea of mist at the outset.

It was not that they did not wish to enter the fray.

Their time to enter simply had not come yet.

Indeed.

Of all the ancient treasure lands within this illusory sea of mist, those along its edges, each belonging to a single element, were the first to intersect with the domain of the Yang World