The skies over the Literati Continent were as dark as ink. The entire continent was shrouded in endless darkness reminiscent of an eternal night.0

Deep within the dome of heaven, terrifying lights flashed, intermittently illuminating the entire world. Every time that happened, the strongest of the Heavenly Monarchs could just barely discern a heaven-shaking battle between Heavenly Sovereigns raging beneath the firmament. It was indistinct, and every time this scene appeared, it vanished in a flash. Nonetheless, it shook the Heavenly Monarchs to the core.0

The old monsters of the Southern Darkness Sword Sect gazed into the dome of heaven. There was no hiding the astonishment on their faces.0

“Su Yi will struggle to escape disaster this time.” 0

Yun Qiaojun sat nearby, dejectedly drinking wine. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. The world is so big. Why isn’t there space for Su Yi? Those Heavenly Sovereigns are so lofty. Why can’t they spare a single reincarnated sword cultivator?0

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In the Blueleaf Sword Sect, the rims of Mo Lanhe’s eyes reddened. He was visibly frantic. Su Yi had escorted him back to the sect just yesterday. He would never have...0