The Water-Cleaving Sword gave a soft hum.
How long did it take to temper a divine blade?
No one knew.
But Su Che needed only thirteen breaths.
On the first breath, he mended the blade, which had been on the verge of collapse.
On the second, Creation Sword Intent reforged the sword and reshaped its structure so it could withstand far greater pressure.
On the third, spell power bound the restless dragon soul to its edge.
Over those thirteen breaths, Creation Sword Intent remade the Water-Cleaving Sword and brought it into harmony with the sword scar called Ghost Cry, lifting it to an entirely new realm.
The dragon soul still bristled with unwillingness along the edge, while demonic souls surged across the blade like raging waves, mountain peaks, and wildfires...
When the Great Extinction Blade came within three inches of Su Che, the Water-Cleaving Sword was whole again.
With his sword held before him, who could stand against him?
The Ghost Cry strike swept forth. Even the Great Extinction Blade could advance no farther.
Nongyue wanted to retreat, but the chance had passed.
Darkness spread from the human heart, swallowing heaven and earth like a mire.
The Black Sun Ghost King unleashed boundless darkness. He seemed a black sun suspended high in the sky, coating everything beneath it in ink that could never be wiped away.
Nongyue was trapped.
Their searing Demonic Thoughts tangled together. The Three Poisons Domain and Nongyue's cold moonlight were so deeply entwined that neither side could easily withdraw.
Su Che stood with sword in hand, gazing at the Great Extinction Blade descending from above.
Yishan.
An old acquaintance, too. Today, Su Che would send him on his final journey.
The blade of destruction, formed from a Void Step devil cultivator's body and wrapped in unimaginable