Just as Chen Qiye faced the Zhuo Flood Dragon alone, far away at Three-Fork Lake Mouth...
This was the boundless great lake formed by the convergence of the Desolate River, Mu River, and Fortune River. Its emerald waters stretched for tens of thousands of miles, with demonic beasts running rampant. Even Immortal Three Dao Severing cultivators did not dare venture deep inside lightly.
At this moment, an elderly humanoid man with horns growing from his head stood in the air above the boundless lake.
The old man's hair was completely white, and he was withered and thin as a stick, yet his vital energy and blood were extraordinarily vigorous.
He wore a gray robe, his body covered in Dao markings. In his right hand, he held a crystalline three-foot blade—the Nameless Immortal Sword that belonged to Chen Qiye.
The old man was none other than Old Man Canghai, the one who had stolen the sword.
Before Old Man Canghai, a thick ice cap rose from the lake. Another elderly man with white hair and beard stared gravely at the sword in his hand, his voice low and hoarse. "With the power of an ultimate imperial weapon, you actually broke through three layers of ice seals!"
This old man's face was deathly pale. He had already entered the Great Power realm and was only one step away from defying the odds to enter Immortal Three.
"Fu Heng! A hundred years..."
Old Man Canghai's eyes were bloodshot, threads of bloody light swirling within them. "For this vengeance, I endured for a full hundred years!"
"Vengeance?" The old man called Fu Heng laughed disdainfully. "What right do you have to speak of 'vengeance,' you old dog Canghai? Back then, for your own selfish desires, you ambushed Eldest Senior Brother and caused him to