The sea of clouds over Jiuyi Mountain boiled like water at first light, as Ye Qingzhou stood atop the absolute peak, the Three-Foot Cyan Blade in his hand ringing with a clear Dragon's Roar.
The Sword Qi swirling around his body sliced the clouds within a hundred kilometers into neat geometric shapes, sunlight pouring through those gaps to fall upon the summit, casting mottled scars of light like sword marks.
"It's done."
Ye Qingzhou exhaled a turbid breath, galaxies seeming to turn within his eyes. He casually flicked the long sword in his hand, and three hundred kilometers away a desolate, uninhabited peak broke with a resounding crack, the fracture surface smooth as a mirror.
This was a sight unseen in the Blue Star Martial Arts World for eight thousand years—someone had broken the shackles of heaven and earth and stepped into the legendary Emperor Realm.
News traveled faster than Sword Qi.
