The Great Luo Sword Saint

The Great Luo Sword Saint's sword intent was powerful enough to shake the world.

But dreaming of cutting through the Sacred Dynasty's and Dragon Court's blockade was nothing more than a fool's fantasy.

Luo Chen's gaze remained fixed on the reincarnation vortex. It had already been corrupted by evil spirits, turning a gloomy black and exuding an ominous aura.

An endless stream of evil spirits flew out from the reincarnation vortex. These evil spirits had shattered the boundary between life and death, existing in the world somewhere between the two. They did not fear death, because they had already died once.

After a million evil spirits surged out of the reincarnation vortex, a figure clad in a yin-yang robe slowly stepped forth from behind them.

This was a Primordial Great Luo. His face and form were concealed within hazy mist, and only the longsword in his hand could vaguely be seen.

From him, Luo Chen sensed the aura of Su Qingyan's bloodline. This person had to be a core member of the Profound Yellow Dao Palace.

Luo Chen could now be certain that the world Su Qingyan had come from did not exist within this universe.

Then after Su Qingyan perished, what exactly had happened to the Profound Yellow Dao Palace?

"Though this man commands evil spirits, he is still a living being himself. And besides... he carries the aura of the Heavenly Dao."

Yellow Springs Immortal Emperor?

The thought surfaced for only an instant before Luo Chen dismissed it.

Anyone who bore the title of Immortal Emperor could not possibly possess only the cultivation of a Primordial Great Luo.

Luo Chen's gaze pierced through the mist shrouding the other's body, revealing his appearance. He was an extraordinarily handsome youth.

Yet this face was unfamiliar to Luo Chen. The other