After the white lotus mark vanished from the sky, it seemed that a longsword lay hidden in the depths of space.
Should anyone seek to usurp Heaven, that longsword would fall at any moment!
With everyone dead, who would wish to live on alone?
At the Sword Sect, Song Mu knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, not knowing why his master had suddenly left.
Until the complete White Lotus Sword Intent descended upon Song Mu's head and merged into his body.
Completing the white lotus within Song Mu's Dantian.
It was as though a large hand had gently pressed down on Song Mu's head.
Just as it had moments ago!
Bai Feiyu stood atop Little Mountain Peak, silently watching the scenes unfolding before his eyes.
This Sword Immortal of a previous life, now a Divine Sovereign, was shaken beyond words.
He did not know how to describe the great drama before him.
Was it astonishment at the living beings forcing all the Immortals out?
Was it grief at the immense courage of countless Great Cultivators, who sacrificed their lives for righteousness, calmly died for their Dao, and merged with Heaven and Earth?
Was it the urge to clap in satisfaction as the Immortals' True Spirits were forced to merge with cultivators, becoming living beings, only to be slaughtered to the last?
Was it awe at the grandeur of wrenching the folded Heaven and Earth back into place, using the Laws and Dao Resonance of countless Great Cultivators to recreate the barrier of Heaven and Earth?
Before the grandeur of these scenes, the grandeur of every second and every moment, any words seemed utterly pale.
They had accomplished what even he, a Sword Immortal in his previous life, had failed to do.
Bai Feiyu gained a new perspective on