Rumble!

The battle cries from the fierce struggle sounded like the roar of gods. Rays of blazing light overflowed the distant void, resembling a starry river. 

“This is bad. Quickly run. The blade is too terrifying. No Spirit Sea cultivator can defend against the blade!” someone roared. 

Cultivators fled in disarray like a breaking wave, their faces pale with terror. Among them were even the genius descendants of ancient sects. 

They were all fleeing in panic!  

“What exactly is that broken blade? Why is it so terrifying? How can it kill so many heroes? Quickly run!” yelled a young man wielding a golden spear.

Like a flash of lightning, he darted across the void. He was a peerless figure from the ancient Daoist sect Gathering Stars Pavilion. He was called Ran Yin. 

From afar, Lin Xun narrowed his eyes as he saw a shaft of star-like blade light piercing the sky. The light blazed brightly like countless stars moving unhindered across the world, illuminating the mountains and rivers.  

Many cultivators darted haphazardly, yelling in panic.

On closer look, he realized that a broken blade was releasing blinding starry light from its jet-black...