Royal Capital.
Countless people looked up at the sky.
The cloudless blue sky had been split in two by a single line, as though the heavens themselves had been cleaved apart.
Beneath that line, a figure stood suspended in the air.
He was a white-robed swordsman, standing upon a flying sword with a sheathed sword in hand. His posture was as straight as a pine, his long robes snapping in the wind.
His gaze rested on the Royal Capital ahead, on the myriad faces of its living beings. His eyes were indifferent, as if nothing in this world was worth a second glance from him.
The next moment.
His raised left hand formed a sword seal.
Buzz—
Suddenly, another sword cry echoed between heaven and earth.
Vast sword intent erupted from his body, surging Sky-Piercing.
For a moment, the winds and clouds churned.
Yet he neither spoke nor made any other move.
He merely continued gathering the sword intent in his hand.
In an instant.
The expressions of countless experts throughout the Royal Capital changed drastically.
They sensed an intense crisis of death descending upon them, as though the heavens were about to collapse.
And beneath the cover of this sky, there was nowhere for them to flee.
They understood at once that this unknown expert who had suddenly appeared intended to strike at the Royal Capital.
On the Stargazing Platform.
The Blind Elder frowned and said in a low voice, "Granny Bai, your people should make a move!"
"I know." Granny Bai's voice remained gentle, though a trace of gravity appeared in her eyes.
The next moment.
She extended all ten fingers.
Her fingers were slender as scallions and pale as jade.
Her ten fingers flicked lightly.
Elsewhere.
Upon the city walls of the Royal Capital.
A fierce gust