Han Wansheng's heart was aflame; this was a rare opportunity to witness the true visage of all the Ancestor Masters!
He stared intently.
On the scroll—
Was a boundless Void battlefield.
Someone sat cross-legged on the ground, bathed in blood, with a Cross-cutting Sword across his knees, discussing with an elder beside him whether the sword could still be repaired. The elder shook his head, and the man glared at him. In resignation, the elder took out his own money.
Opposite the Broken Sword Holder was a figure with a sword on his back, looking disdainfully at the one with the cross-knee sword.
Beside them, a towering figure sat reverently, lost in thought. His divine body was extraordinary, gleaming and translucent, revealing flesh, muscles, and bones, with the outline of a universe visible in each drop of blood.
