What was an immortal?
Han Muye had always thought that those who surpassed the Heaven Realm were immortals.
Those transcendent Grand Cultivators were Immortals.
He thought that he only needed to take another step forward to become an immortal.
Until he saw the scene in the Divine General's saber.
Immortal light lingered as the sword slashed down.
Sages, Dao Ancestors, and Divine Venerables.
All the lives that Han Muye thought were already extraordinary trembled under this sword.
"Slash—"
With one sword strike, a Divine Venerable who was covered in spiritual qi and surrounded by the intersecting Great Dao was cut into two by the sword light.
The person holding the long sword was wearing a robe with five dragons coiled around it and a jade dragon crown on his head.
The sword was stained with blood as it slowly pointed forward.
"Tell me, who else wants to die?"
