778, breaking through the void with a single sword strike, Ziyang City

Sword.

It emerges.

This is an edge that nothing in this world can block, streaking across the boundless heaven and earth.

The sword light is brilliant, like stars across the vast distance, a moment becoming eternity.

As the sword light falls, a simple twist decapitates the purple Golden Crow's head before it.

That Golden Crow, engulfing heaven and earth, crumbles to pieces.

The sword light reverses direction, returning to the sword case on Han Muye's back.

This sword, after its use, who knows how long it will need to recover.

Such a sword should not be wielded by him at this time.

"Is this... the Sword God Lu Yue..." Great Venerable Muyue stared at the trace of sword light Han Muye took back, his expression changing as if recalling something terrifying.

Lu Zixu, standing beside him, also had a solemn expression, awe flickering in his eyes.

The Sword God of the past, alone with a sword, swept across the Galaxy Universe.