Trial of the Sword

When the Sage Emperor's incarnation descended upon Donglai, he immediately sensed an invisible force lurking beneath the surface of Four Auspicious Continent.

"A Primordial Dao Ground? Donglai's Little Sage has already reached this stage?"

That invisible force brimmed with Creation, as though countless spirits were singing praises of "Creation" beside his ears.

He carefully reined in his aura to avoid provoking a backlash from the "Creation Dao Ground."

The next instant, he saw the majestic Ancestral Tree upon which he stood.

After his shock, a force suddenly transported him before an elderly man.

Upon seeing the old man, the Sage Emperor's expression turned solemn. He bowed deeply. "Changqing pays respects to the ancestor."

"Mm."

Though they were from collateral branches, they were indeed related by blood.

Feng Xuanjing nodded in acknowledgment, then swept his sleeve. Streams of light fell from the Starry Heaven toward the great waters of Donglai.

Yin Yanqing had been chatting with Fu Tongjun when his body suddenly trembled. He sensed a subtle change in his fate and fortune, yet after examining himself carefully, he could find no trace of anything amiss.

Strange.

With that question in mind, he invited Fu Tongjun to accompany him to the sword altar before the Antiquity-Chasing Hall.

Besides Yin Yanqing, the fortunes of Yun Mengyin, Daoist Tian, and many others also changed one after another. Yet limited by their cultivation, none of them noticed.

Only Fu Henghua and Li Pu detected this abnormality.

"This senior... is he bestowing grace upon Donglai? He probably bears no ill will toward you?"

Heng Hua's face tightened.

The falling streams of light from the Star Sea always reminded people of certain exceedingly unpleasant troubles.

The Divine Continent sank, and the stars fell.

Legend had it that this was a curse established by Donglai's predecessors against