The platform at the top of the City Lord's Mansion.
The cold wind was like a knife, yet it couldn't move the scorching white qi on Fang Qingyu's body.
Fang Qingyu slowly lowered the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash.
The blade hung low, emitting a faint hum.
As if savoring the moment of cleaving the heavens.
His starry eyes lifted, gazing towards the sky.
The scar he personally cleaved opened up the heavy lead-gray clouds completely, stretching for hundreds of miles.
Clearly crossing the northern sky.
The pure heavenly light poured down from the fissure.
Illuminating the brand new iron city below.
Also illuminating Fang Qingyu's face.
Yet in those starry eyes.
There was not a trace of joy.
On the contrary, a hint of dissatisfaction.
"It's far too lacking..."
Fang Qingyu murmured to himself.
He closed his eyes, playing back the grand figure in the chaotic gray mist in his mind.
That seemingly casual slash.
Was truly the origin of the Dao, the beginning of all things.
