Seven Divine Weapons Alliance.
Sword Main World.
In this place, the old master was sitting on the simple chair, his old hands holding the thin and long staff. Supporting himself, the old man truly needed support as everything that was going on recently in the divine alliance truly hurted his body.
With tears flowing down his old eyes, the old man looked up at the mirror.
The mirror had a lot of dots.
The blue and green ones.
The blue dots were worlds and green ones were the humans and other races leaving those worlds one by one. Only the worlds with Sword Qi were without any blue dots. Naturally, every other races that were mixing and practising their sharp qi's with their natural attributes were leaving the alliance.
And nothing could be done as other divinities were also leaving.
In fact, they were leading the other disciples.
