Blade And Sword Occupy The Sky

Three figures stood in the sky shoulder to shoulder in the distance. A frantic, turbulent, formless mess surged all around them. Just a little bit of this chaotic swirling energy could destroy anyone completely.

Above these three figures were three different lights colored violet, green and blue. The lights were shining towards the high heavens, each of them flickering differently in queer ways.

"The Sacred Emperor is dead. What a pity!" said the middle figure. Although he said it was a pity, his tone was devoid of emotion.

The figure on his left replied nonchalantly, "So what if he died? The weak are prey to the strong!"

The figure on his right responded coldly, "The battle between the blade and sword. The display of the ultimate force. No matter who wins, they will ride the wind and surpass us."

The figure who stood in the middle felt his hand shake gently before he replied calmly, "What can we do about it? The will of heaven is inevitable."