"Aooo—!!!"
On the summit of the endless vast mountains and rivers, a colossal creature tore through the void, traversing the infinite territory towards the Hundred Broken Mountain Range.
At this moment, the Hundred Broken Mountain Range had also completely boiled over.
Now it's the depths of winter, the entire Hundred Broken Mountain Range is covered in heavy snow, dressed in silver, as white as can be.
Within the Wang Yang region of the Divine Sword Sect, countless cultivators were slowly moving from all directions, uncountable in number.
The land once belonging to a single sect is now a sea of people, unprecedentedly prosperous. The entire region of the Divine Sword Sect has gathered countless cultivators; uncountable strong ones thronging from all around, seemingly all wanting to witness the fall of the Sword Saint—such a grand spectacle.
