Conflict existed even among the forbidden zones.
This Ancient God arm had belonged to Human Emperor Rain Master. He had once been incomparably powerful, one of the mightiest among emperors and one of the most ancient beings. Yet, in a certain era, he had been defeated by the demon emperor of the Grass-Character Immortal Sword Scripture. His divine soul had been annihilated, and he had died completely.
Only a severed arm had pierced through who knew how many light-years of spacetime, journeying through desolate, deathly silent starry skies for who knew how many ages. In the end, it arrived in the Ancient God Domain, completely losing its momentum and falling into a world, where it was acquired by the Ancient God Patriarch of that era. Thus, it gave rise to a myth spanning a cluster of middle thousand worlds.
The Ancient God Patriarch should not have been confined to the peak of the Heavenly Human realm.
Had he been in a resource-rich great thousand world, with his talent, his chances of becoming a Dao-Opening Supreme would have been extremely great. This had to be called a kind of misfortune.
Time flowed on, and all these things passed away.
The Ancient God Patriarch and Human Emperor Rain Master both belonged to a category known as losers. There was no need to pay them much attention.
What deserved greater attention, naturally, were the victors!
"The Grass-Character Immortal Sword Scripture!"
"This truly is a scripture that makes one feel very nostalgic..."
Jiang Ding stared fixedly at the smooth cross-section of the severed arm, a fierce, longing gleam surfacing in his eyes.
That being—that demon emperor born from a weed!
He had once slaughtered the Human Race's sword cultivators of an entire era, seizing through brutally forceful means the supreme crown of sword cultivators,