Leaving aside everything else, the Broken Sword Lu Qing had seen depart a year ago was now outside, desperately fleeing with a young man in tow.
"Quick, head forward! There's a Great Marsh there—once you enter it, you'll have a chance to live!" The Broken Sword's voice grew urgent.
Its abilities were formidable and its power vast, but at its core, it was still a sword. How much of that power it could truly wield depended on its sword master's cultivation.
It could forcibly raise his cultivation by an entire major realm, but there was no need for that under the present circumstances.
The gods were hot on their heels. If a battle broke out here, it would inevitably draw the attention of other cultivators.
And if a net spread across heaven and earth was cast by then, even growing wings would not let them escape.
In the region of the Demon Land World bordering the Heavenly Domain, there lay a place thick with poisonous demon miasma. Great Marshes dotted the land there, and poisonous fog blanketed everything.
In the distance, a streak of sword light wrapped around a figure and plunged into it with a whoosh, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Behind them, within the span of several breaths, beams of divine light descended one after another.
Several gods manifested, their expressions icy. "That brat actually dared to steal what belonged to us. He truly did not know the height of heaven or the depth of earth."
"Do not be anxious, everyone. Let me cast a spell and I will surely drag him out." A god stepped forward from behind them, a faint aura of rain curling around his body. As he spoke, divine light flickered in his eyes.
He was the Heavenly God who governed rainfall