Han Wubing stared up at the sky in a daze.0

Ye Wuming had destroyed an entire era for the sole purpose of opposing the Heavenly Dao. If there truly existed some “external enemy” of the Heavenly Dao, she would have seized the opportunity without hesitation. Yet Han Wubing, who had inherited the memories of the ancient White Tiger, knew well that during the last era, Ye Wuming had shown no interest in the Spirit Tribe’s land. In fact, she had gone out of her way to avoid touching it.0

The conventional explanation had always been that awakening it would draw too much attention, provoking the Heavenly Dao. It made sense, and so Han Wubing had never questioned it.0

But now, if the one attempting to awaken this land was the Sword Emperor, and the Sword Emperor was a pawn of the Heavenly Dao, then Zhao Changhe’s reasoning made far more sense.0

Still, who would have ever suspected the Sword Emperor of being the Heavenly Dao’s agent? Nothing about him seemed to align with that. He was a pure swordsman—unmarked by earth, fire, wind, water, sun, moon, or stars. Any other demon god would have...0