In the blink of an eye, another half year has passed.
Three Alliances Domain, the ruins of Sky Sword City, though a wasteland, are shrouded by endless anomalies, as if sacred sounds echo, capable of cleansing the human heart.
On a towering peak, a young figure sits cross-legged; his black hair flows freely; his aura transcends, akin to a deity, in meditation, as Martial Arts runes weave through the void, divine light dazzling, and faintly the sound of rolling thunder spreads through heaven and earth.
This is Xiao Ye meditating, merging past Tao and Law.
Beneath this towering peak, looking out, countless Martial Artists gather, densely packed, spreading between heaven and earth, with no end in sight.
They resemble pilgrims, sitting around the peak, occasionally glancing up at the figure atop it, their eyes full of respect.
