At the entrance to the outer realm.
Three figures with sad but interesting stories stood there.
"The heavens are so unfair, why must they make me suffer such a blow in my later years?" The sky sword elder was in extreme grief. The sword that had accompanied him all his life had flown into someone else's arms, but his hands were empty, leaving only the calluses of the sword in his hands.
The sky sword elder had lost his sword, so how could he still be the sky sword?
The sky sword elder was the same. His divine sword had been plundered on the spot. He did not even have the courage to resist and could only watch as his old friend was taken away by the wicked.
In fact, he could even hear his old friend crying, the sadness of leaving him.
His heart was bleeding.
