Leng Qingsong left this realm directly, heading toward the palace calling to him from within Chaos.
Though countless years had passed, the palace before him seemed as magnificent as it had been back then. Time had left no trace upon it.
Bent with age, Leng Qingsong landed on the steps. Looking at the empty beam above the palace, he waved a hand, and a plaque appeared at its very center.
"Grand Void Palace"
To Leng Qingsong as he was now, none of the spell arts or Daos between Heaven and Earth held any secrets. Almost anything could unfold according to his will.
As Heaven and Earth’s Strongest Sword, presiding over slaughter, he could not lightly appear within that realm.
Otherwise, wherever Leng Qingsong went, he could easily stir trouble among its living beings.
More importantly, for some unknown reason, despite being this realm's strongest sword, Leng Qingsong felt some aversion toward it.
He did not know why, but there was simply a faint sense of aversion.
That aversion made Leng Qingsong prefer remaining in Chaos to returning lightly to this world.
Only upon returning to Chaos did Leng Qingsong seem to feel the reassurance of remembering something.
Yet if asked what he remembered, Leng Qingsong could not say.
He had been born into a royal family of the Mortal World, only to be caught up in a coup and become a beggar as a child. Fortunately, his master had saved him, allowing him to embark upon cultivation.
In just a few decades, he had become a supreme sage.
His life could be called calm seas and gentle winds, without a single wave to speak of.
Born in answer to a calamity, he had shouldered the Great Calamity for Heaven and Earth.
Now that peace reigned throughout Heaven and Earth and