At the same time the saints of the Demon Realm were frantically rushing toward that world.
In the Divine Sword Sect's region, atop the void ten thousand fathoms high, thick snow covered the heavens and earth. Amidst the vast, hazy domain, terror sword force soared to the peak of the clouds, shaking the heavens and making ghosts and gods weep.
The First Generation Sword Saint stood facing the wind, quietly towering over the universe of snow and storm, his long hair flying and robe moving without wind, akin to a supreme deity overlooking all beings, emanating an unprecedented boundless sword intent.
Countless cultivators gazed at the imposing figure standing with hands behind his back, all breathing heavily, eyes full of utmost shock.
The Sword Saint now stood in his peak condition, merely standing there like a world-dominating divine sword, its sharp edge pressing down on the whole Hundred Broken Mountain Range region, suffocating all.
