"Madman! This madman!"
Sword Master Yu had never let out such a furious roar, almost drowning out the sound of the Heavenly Mountain collapsing.
After six hundred years, the Heavenly Mountain crumbled again, and the Thirteen Sword Souls that ruled over the Mortal World's Sword Dao returned to silence, which meant Sword Master Yu could no longer ascend to a Golden Immortal at the Dianjian Palace.
Even more seriously, the Tianxi Sword Sect lost the support and legacy of the Thirteen Swords.
The position of the Three Sects under Heavenly Dao was even more precarious, with a high chance of being stripped by Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan, leaving only two sects.
The dazzling and scorching blaze gradually faded amidst Sword Master Yu's angry roar.
Originally standing beside the Sword Tomb, Baili An was now atop the peak of the Heavenly Mountain.
He stood in a shimmering light robe, his hair and clothes fluttering in the strong wind, the whole figure enveloped in a vast golden light.
