Snow was falling from the sky, and the cold wind was like a knife.
The snow-robed elder stood under the sword God Pagoda with his hands behind his back. He raised his head and looked at the sword Pagoda that was as tall as a divine mountain. His gaze was deep as if he was reminiscing. His face was full of vicissitudes and sighs as if he was sighing that time was like flowing water, flowing to the East.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't make any movements.
Even so, the body of the seed of the celestial King of the Tian clan disintegrated inexplicably and dissipated into nothing, wiped out by an inexplicable supreme power.
In front of the sword God Pagoda.
The vast space was silent, as silent as death. There was no sound, only the sound of snowflakes falling.
When a single person arrived, heaven and earth went silent.
