Sect Master Tongtian's edict rang out.
Daoist Duobao lay prostrate before the jade steps, his forehead pressed against the cold stone. Dao resonance churned within his chest, and only after a long while did he utter a reply.
"Your disciple... obeys!"
He understood that, since his master had named the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords, the last sliver of room for maneuver between the Interception Sect and the Primordial World's old order had been severed.
Once this formation emerged.
There would be no end until death.
Duobao rose, his sleeve sweeping through the dusty light before the steps, then turned and walked into the depths of Biyou Palace.
At the far end of the palace, an ancient stone platform stood silently in the dim light.
Four immortal swords of different colors hovered above it, with a rolled formation diagram lying beside them.
The blades were unadorned, their sharpness concealed. From afar, they looked like mere lengths of ordinary iron.
Duobao had barely stepped half a pace closer when the murderous intent of the Dao pressed against his primordial spirit head-on. Blood and qi surged in his chest, and fine cracks spread through the stone bricks beneath his feet.
Only the spontaneous circulation of his magical power kept him from retreating.
It was not that the swords were choosing their bearer and rejecting him.
Rather, the Dao of slaughter borne by the four swords was too weighty. Ordinary immortals and gods would suffer damage to their primordial spirits merely by approaching.
The Immortal Slaying Sword.
The Immortal-Killing Sword.
The Immortal-Trapping Sword.
The Immortal-Severing Sword.
These four swords were supreme innate treasures of slaughter, forged deep within the Blood Sea by Demon Ancestor Luohu from Taibai refined gold gathered in the west, combined with boundless baleful qi.
After Luohu's defeat at the hands