In the Heavenly Realm, on a night steeped in eeriness, a malevolent wind ran rampant. Bathed in the intertwining glow of lanterns and the eerie mist, the Sword Dao Monument, resembling a giant drenched in blood, stood tall and imposing at the gates of the realm. Countless blood-streaked sword scars, silent and eternal, all pointed menacingly towards the Demon Continent.1

After breaking through to the Immortal Meridian Realm, Yun Xiao no longer needed a sword to fly. With the magic power coursing through his Immortal Meridians, he effortlessly hovered in the air.0

With his back to the Demon Continent and facing those countless sword scars, the tempest raged above, making his white robe and raven-black hair dance wildly. His pitch-black eyes radiated a chilling brilliance as they swept across the crimson scars.0

The nocturnal breeze brushed past his eyes, blood-red veins emerging within them. Memories surged, and a volcanic fury bubbled within him, scalding his very flesh, bones, and innards.1

The sorrow and desolation he felt upon his first sight of the Sword Dao Monument now multiplied tenfold. It was as if the monument reached out with a billion hands, dragging him into an ocean of blood. Countless ancient faces appeared before him, silently watching. Despite the countless deaths, their eyes remained open, r...0