When a nation falls, heroes still rise

The wind howled as he fled by breaking through space.

"Are you all right?"

Jiang Ding summoned the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword into his hand and examined it carefully with a sweep of divine sense.

After such brutal acceleration, even a Nascent Soul treasure should have snapped.

Yet the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword bore no damage, inside or out.

It was merely somewhat listless, as though it had expended a great deal of its spirituality. A faint drowsiness hung over it, and its sensitivity to the outside world had diminished.

"Rest for a while."

With a casual motion, he tucked the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword into the space between his brows.

She appeared within the unknown space between his brows, floating silently. Some change occurred in the surrounding space, channeling unknown power toward her to nourish the flying sword and repair its damaged spirituality.

As he traveled, Jiang Ding silently recalled the karmic technique left behind by Celestial Lord Shuo Yang. At that time, countless flashes of insight had suddenly erupted in his mind.

In the end, they vaguely formed a pillar-like object, connected to the Metal-Extinguishing Sword of a True Immortal that might exist in the future—perhaps tens or even hundreds of thousands of years from now.

Beast-Spirit Immortal City, the ancestral hall tower of the clan.

Boundless chill and cold descended abruptly upon the dozen or so direct-descendant Hei Clan Golden Core cultivators.

For a long while, no one spoke.

It was as though a frigid wind from beyond the heavens at the uttermost north had swept over them. The shields and mana of Golden Core cultivators were utterly useless; every one of them felt ice-cold inside.

Fear, panic, disbelief.

And countless other emotions.

Before them, amid the ancestral tablets, thick incense smoke coiled endlessly, unbroken for