A hillside.
Void opened an invisible gate, revealing two silhouettes.
"Is this the power of Void Divine Power? Truly enigmatic and unpredictable, awe-inspiringly mighty. Sadly... my life's journey has come to a hopeless end..."
Lu Huolong's face was etched with deep regret and sorrow.
As a cultivator, he could already sense that his time of death was near.
And the person he saw before his death was none other than the inscrutable Young Master Shen Xiu.
"Do you seem to have something to say?"
Zhong Shenxiu asked indifferently.
"I wish to ask Senior to do something for me. Cough cough..." Lu Huolong coughed up blood as he drew a dagger-like small sword from his chest.
The sword seemed to be made of black iron, pitch black and unremarkable. It was no more than a foot long, its twin blades still sealed, without a scabbard.
Moreover, the sword was covered with a great deal of rust, mottled, as if it were an ancient artifact.
