The will in the hearts of all the common people beneath heaven poured into one man. The Ancient Sword, sealed in dust for five hundred years, awoke this day like an old friend rousing from sleep...
White hair fluttered at Jiang Yu's temples as he hovered above the elevated platform in the Emperor's Tomb. The mortal air he had carried upon returning to the world had vanished.
The star sand formed from his shattered Star Core awoke grain by grain inside his abdomen, radiating myriad colors; his Divine Prohibition Fate Wheel turned again, perfectly natural and whole. A divine-path pressure that could make the soul of any sixth-grade cultivator tremble in terror suddenly spread through the human world.
Hum!
A sword's hum rose from the Heavenly Gate acupoint between Jiang Yu's brows. The Ancient Sword that had awakened in his consciousness space shone anew beneath its weight and mottled surface, slowly beginning to emerge through his Heavenly Gate.
At this moment, three different powers of the Great Dao existed in this world at once. The first was the Great Emperor's lingering Dao Rhyme; the second was the power of the Heavenly Dao; the third—Jiang Yu's Great Dao power as he returned to Divine Prohibition.
His Divine Prohibition Fate Wheel revived, a sword's cry rang through heaven and earth, and Great Dao qi swept across the human world!
Who knew how long it had been-a thousand years, or ten thousand? Neither Nine Li nor any other human world controlled by the Heavenly Dao had seen a truly living Divine Prohibition cultivator.
Either Divine Prohibition cultivators lived in seclusion, cautiously leaving only legends or traces of their path-protecting Supreme Treasures in the world for unknown reasons, or the great age had yet to arrive, and they had all long since died, worn