Deep Feelings

In the Ancient Era, the Demon clan vanished without a trace. In more recent times, the Dragon Clan disappeared. The age when the divine way flourished had faded away like smoke, and the pinnacle of the flying swords era eventually fell into decline…
What has happened to this world?
Who will listen to the historical truth buried in the long river of time?
Bodies were strewn over a thousand miles of mountains and river; the harrowing hunger of tigers depicted across a hundred years of heaven and earth.
The impartiality of the cosmos is as heartless as ever,
Yet I possess a burning red heart—one that patrols the heavens!
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Welcome to the Immortal Sword World, where emotions run deep.
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Red Heart Patrols the Sky

The effect of the No Light Ability dissipated.


The plaza in front of The Imperial Ancestral Temple was once more bathed in sunlight.


Once again, everyone saw two blazing suns simultaneously.


One hung in the distant firmament, dispersing endless light and warmth.


The other, hovered in front of Bao Bozhao, who was sprawled on the ground.


In the distance, Chao Yu, the lead general of the Winter Silence Army, was propping himself up with both hands, struggling to rise from the ground.


A little further away, Xie Baoshu, who had once been full of vim and vigor, was still sprawled on the ground, his fate unknown.


Despite many having anticipated Zhongxuan Zun's ultimate victory before Bao Bozhao's No Light Ability disappeared—after all, in the previous clash, Xie Baoshu was defeated so decisively, the formidable Ghost General was directly crushed—Zhongxuan Zun had maintained the upper hand throughout.


But when this moment actually arrived...


Chapter 297: Hiding a Knife for Ten Years, Seeking One Kill