Flying Alone

Xuanqian Continent, where sects stood in great numbers and experts abounded.
The youth, Zhou Heng, with a mysterious black Broken Sword in his Dantian, emerged from Origin Stone Town and fought his way to claim a piece of the world in this grand era.
To the exceedingly wicked, kill!
To those who bullied my friends and family, kill!
To those who obstructed my path to enlightenment, kill!
On the path to the heavens, I tread with songs, with a sword in hand, I alone am honored under the heavens!

Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword

Unexpectedly, this final sword technique is incredibly miraculous, and after three whole days, no one has yet received the inheritance; it simply hangs solemnly on the wall.


For high-tier Martial Artists, a single retreat is counted in years, let alone sitting idly for three days, even three hundred days is nothing to them. Everyone watched intently at the last painting on the wall, concentrating deeply.


Even without receiving the sword technique inheritance, just by looking at this painting, one could envision countless insights into the profound paths, gaining immense benefits and glimpsing a sliver of hope for breaking through to a Great Realm.


Zhou Heng's eyes shimmered with the stars, sun, and moon, while Divine Radiance continuously transformed into the shape of a golden figure above his head. Although here their Divine Sense was suppressed, unable to launch attacks, it was more than sufficient for deducing sword techniques.


Chapter 347: Alien Races Prodigy (3/3)