The starry expanse fell deathly silent.
A young man in azure stood high in the heavens, the sword at his waist slowly sliding back into its sheath.
Before him, the rulers of the Vermilion Bird Star Domain—the eight-step Vermilion Bird Dao Heir and more than a hundred Dao Children—all bore bloody holes between their brows. Their souls had been utterly destroyed, and they fell through the stars like stones.
Every living being who witnessed it understood one thing.
History had turned to a new page.
The Immortal Dynasty had endured for hundreds of millions of years, so long that all living beings had come to take it for granted, like the sun, moon, and stars, or the turning of heaven and earth. Today, it might finally be nearing its end.
What happened today was only the beginning. Even the Immortal Dynasty would one day face destruction.
Some felt hollow inside.
Some were wild with joy.
Some felt a savage hunger to kill.
Their thoughts differed, but one feeling was the same in every heart. Without exception, they dropped to one knee and said with utmost reverence, "We pay our respects to the—
"Supreme Great Sun Sword Heir!"
The old rulers of the Vermilion Bird Star Domain were gone.
A new ruler had arisen, a ruler of the sword. They would offer him their loyalty—offer it with trembling hearts—and pray that he would accept them.
Yet that ruler's gaze held a rare trace of hesitation. The submission of the masses stirred no grand sense of reigning over the world in him.
"Could it be..."
The hearts of the Vermilion Bird Star Domain's powerhouses and Dao Children who had pledged themselves to him lurched. A chill swept over them.
This sword cultivator was far too bloodthirsty!
Even so, they dared not resist.