At the border between Great Zhou and the Southern Wilderness, trade in Desolate Beast materials flourished, and martial artists often headed south in pursuit of their dreams. The towns here were chaotic yet prosperous. But at this very moment, whether on the streets or at home, everyone felt a bone-piercing chill—not the cold of frozen blood, but the shivering cold of terror. It was as though a sword hung above their heads, ready to fall at any moment, making their hair stand on end.
What had happened? Had Exterior experts begun fighting nearby, or had some powerful Desolate Beast passed through? Liu Gu, a youth who had been engrossed in watching "Wing-Drooping Child's Talk Show," shuddered. He rose instinctively, walked to the window, and looked outside.
"What is that?" With just one glance, Liu Gu's face filled with horror, and he blurted it out.
Not far away, beyond the town, a towering mountain of blinding light had appeared at some unknown time. It rose all the way into the clouds, its end nowhere in sight.
No! That was not a mountain. It was an ancient sword, cold and razor-sharp—a colossal blade piercing through Heaven and Earth!
As he watched the streams of light crisscross, watched the sword stand like a divine mountain holding up the sky, and watched the inscription that he did not recognize yet somehow knew read "Slaying Immortal," Liu Gu was deeply shaken. What he saw was more exaggerated than any dream.
This was his first time facing the Legend Realm, a realm beyond Celestial Immortals. A seed of yearning was planted in his heart.
The three Luo Sect Divine Envoys in Southern Province felt their senses abruptly contract, as though the sword array had dragged them down directly from the Infinite Heights. They no longer possessed