In the blink of an eye, five years had passed.
Everyone believed Yi Feng was dead, and the New Sword Sect's prestige had greatly diminished because of it. Even with the toad and the snail holding down the fort and bitterly supporting the vast sect, its former glory was gone.
Yet the toad and the snail had never given up. They continued guarding the sect and had never considered leaving the New Sword Sect. While protecting its foundations, they would also make time to visit the Void Sword Mound, bringing all manner of supplies to the black-clad youth who had held fast there to this day.
Five years had flashed by, and everywhere, things remained while people had changed.
Even the New Sword Sect had seen many disciples leave.
Only these three brothers still waited bitterly, just as they had back then, for Yi Feng's return.
In the depths of an unknown void.
While the outside world had changed beyond recognition over five years, the chaos here had not altered in the slightest.
An endless desolation stretched everywhere. Apart from drifting sword intent that echoed through the void, nothing else could be seen, as though this were a boundless, dim ocean.
Then, within this chaotic heaven and earth, a faint glimmer suddenly flickered.
From afar, that hazy light resembled a grain of dust, too tiny to illuminate its surroundings, as if it might be swallowed by the darkness at any moment.
No one knew how much time passed.
That faint glimmer gradually grew brighter, illuminating more than a foot of space around it.
Only then did Yi Feng's figure emerge. The golden sword-shaped mark on his forehead continuously flashed with increasingly brilliant light. That weak radiance was bursting forth from the mark.
At this moment, the mark's glow had