The End of a Legendary Hero

Brilliant as Yi shooting down nine suns, graceful as the emperors riding dragons across the sky.

The charm of this sword could not be described in any language.

Amid the resplendent immortal light, it seemed to reflect all living beings under heaven and the myriad phenomena of the mortal world. Yet on closer inspection, there was nothing at all—profound and mysterious.

"Too profound. What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

The cultivators throughout the venue swayed, utterly enraptured.

At that moment, they seemed to glimpse the source of the Great Dao, the beginning of all things. That insight, which pointed straight to the origin, was more than a hundred times stronger than drinking Enlightenment Tea.

"Primordial Chaos Opens Heaven, creating all things."

Fang Tianyi's gaze blazed like a torch as he locked onto that creation sword light, the usual languor absent from his face.

Looking across the entire venue, he alone had captured that supreme divine charm. His voice therefore sank as he spoke, each word deliberate:

"This sword—has no mark of self, no mark of others, no mark of living beings, and no mark of those who live long."

After hearing this, everyone's faces remained blank with confusion.

They seemed to understand the principle, yet it was like watching flowers through fog. They could never touch its true meaning.

For a time, these giants who stood at the summit of the mortal world found themselves doubting themselves for the first time in their lives.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent; they treat all things as straw dogs!"

The Gravekeeper suddenly spoke, apparently having grasped something. Carefully weighing every word, he said, "Beneath creation, all living beings are equal. The conception behind this sword is so lofty that it is like pouring water from atop a tall building. Only one possessed