Tie Dan looked at the ashes before him, and the sword in his hand, stood up and walked out of the Sword Pavilion.
The world was desolate, and in the Sword Tomb, not a piece of iron remained, only the Giant Watchtower continued to wait silently amidst the weeping Blood Wind for his return.
Above, clouds drifted and changed, rosy glows shone in all directions, rainbows radiated, lasers flashed, and six beams of Immortal Light reached from the earth to the sky, surrounding the Cloud Platform Peak in a contest over treasures.
Tie Dan had no interest in those old looters, he held the Giant Watchtower, digesting the memories of his dreams, and stepped down the stone stairs from the mountain.
As the Sun set and the sky darkened, Tie Dan gradually stepped into the blackness, walking until he reached the foot of Tianshu Peak, standing before a deep, dark Cold Pond.
Sword Casting Pond.
