Over 2,000 Inscription Cultivators witnessed the tragic destruction of their millennia-old relic, reduced to mere dirt under Yun Xiao's Sword Soul. The broken peach wood sword, once a beacon of their faith, now buzzed weakly, releasing the power of the desolate wilds.0

Yun Xiao, cool as a cucumber, whipped out a Desolation Bead and absorbed all the Terra and Silva grade Desolate Essence with the ease of a child scooping fish in a bucket. This scene was akin to ripping out the hearts of the Inscription Cultivators and stomping on them with muddy boots. They watched, hearts breaking into a million pieces, their anger boiling like lava, ready to burst their ribs apart.0

"Defilers of the Calamity Seal Sword shall perish!" they growled, charging towards the battlefield. Sadly, they were stopped dead in their tracks by the Immortal...0