Not long after he left, a phantom image of a man dressed in a black robe appeared.
He looked in the direction the boy had left... and silently sighed.
"I never imagined that even with my hardened heart and the invincible spirit I forged for you, I, Su Chengtian, still couldn't... stop you from embarking on this path of endless torment..."
"My poor child, could it be that... I've always been the one who's wrong?"
The man's silhouette had a sorrowful expression.
Much later.
Suddenly, an extreme divine aura surged from him.
That face of self-reproach and sorrow also transformed at this moment... into an expressionless... indifference.
"Whether it's the ultimate invincible heart or all the causes and effects, whatever path I take, it has nothing to do with me, Su Chengtian!"
"Throughout the myriad realms, among all the gods, immortals, and Buddhas, only I, Su Chengtian, can judge him!"
Boom—Crack!
Just then, the sky split open, and a god, indifferent and devoid of spirit, exuding a surging immortal aura, suddenly descended from the crack.
"Su Chengtian, this wisp of your will has been blocking my divine race in these nine heavens for countless years. Now... you are at your last gasp. Do you think you can withstand the descent of my divine race?"
Whoosh!
A wisp of sword energy swept out, and the god was instantly annihilated on the spot.
At the same time, Su Chengtian moved and arrived at the crack in the sky.
"You despicable gods dare to invade the Nine Heavens of my human race?"
"A wisp of will, so what? I, Su Chengtian, will still suppress your divine race for countless eons..."
"This was true before, and it will be true thereafter..."
......
"A thousand strokes depict the desolate Spirit Mountain, ten thousand swords inscribe the path of immortals!"
"Here it comes! Let's place our bets and see who can draw the most swords on this Sword-Drawing Day!"
"Place your bet now! Place your bet now!"
"Here it comes! Here it comes!"
"......"
This day.
At the foot of Jueling Mountain, there was an unusually noisy atmosphere, with countless cultivators coming and going.
Furthermore... none of them were not true saints, whose words carried the weight of law and whose strength was formidable.
Moreover, these True Saint powerhouses were all permeated with the sword energy unique to sword cultivators.
The reason why so many powerful sword cultivators have gathered here is because today is the day when a spiritual sword is born, a once-in-a-millennium event in the Second Heaven Realm.
They... will find a sword on Mount Jue Ling that matches their own swordsmanship and resonates with their sword intent during the birth of this spiritual sword!
"Hey, sword immortal, please come in. The shopkeeper instructed that all sword cultivators in this shop will have their food and drink free!"
As soon as Su Baifang arrived at this place, he was invited inside by a friendly servant by the roadside.
The shop was already packed with people, but perhaps to accommodate the sword cultivators, basically... apart from those who came in groups, everyone else had their own table.
"The seats are full, I'm sorry, Sword Immortal, please wait a moment, I'll go and arrange a seat for you right away!"
"Rest assured, you are all heroes who protect our human race. Our manager instructed that no matter what, you must not be treated unfairly!"
soon.
The servant set up a table in the corner, invited Su Bai to sit down, and then served him a series of delicious dishes, as well as a pot of fine wine.
Su Bai poured himself a cup, but before he could put the wine pot down, someone suddenly walked up to him and snatched the cup away.
"Sir, which region of the Immortal God Battlefield are you referring to?"
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