Bloodlust permeated the air, wandering souls rose everywhere, and the primordial energy of heaven and earth churned ceaselessly beneath the force of divine arts and mana. Strands of Killing Intent condensed in the sky. Under Heaven-Human Resonance, gloom hung heavy as even the sun overhead took on a pallid cast.
A lean, elongated shadow stood atop a small hill not far from the Longevity Sect. A blade of grass hung from his lips, and a narrow ancient sword rested in his left hand. His eyes remained fixed on the distant sky, his dark pupils utterly still.
High in the skies, mist shrouded a thousand mountains, and sword-light flowed.
The battle between Su Che and Nongyue had only just begun. It was far from the point where victory or defeat would be decided.
Compared with the underhanded death matches below, where neither side could gain the upper hand, the contest between those above was clearly more captivating to the young.
Crunch, crunch.
A child with twin topknots sat half-perched on a nearby tree, dressed in an extravagant fur robe. He held a yellow paper bag in his arms and plucked broad beans from it one by one, popping them into his mouth.
The lean swordsman turned to look at the child, his gaze settling on the paper bag still carrying the warmth of the mortal world.
Seeing his look, the child extended the yellow paper bag toward him.
"Strange-flavored broad beans from the Diao Family Old Shop in Suzhou. They're delicious. Want some?"
The lean swordsman shook his head.
"Suzhou?"
"Oh, Ci Prefecture. Ever since that World Walker of the Yellow Heaven Sect died, I heard the common folk jointly submitted petitions to record his merits and request a monument. The southern court then issued an edict changing Ci Prefecture's name