There was nostalgia, blessings, relief, and reminiscence. However, there was no regret.
"I have a sword."
The Palace Master lifted his head. Hundreds of thousands of sword lights gathered in his hand and fused with his Emperor Sword. The light was so resplendent that even the cold in the sky seemed to avoid it.
The sword shook the sky and the sound reverberated through the ages.
"I will protect my homeland!"
As he spoke, the Palace Master drew his sword and slashed down at the Red Spirit and Moon Fog.
With this sword strike, the earth quaked and the heavens trembled.
With this sword slash, the divine weapon lost its light and the extreme cold was warded off.
The two monarchs were visibly moved and the countless cultivators were shaken. The hundreds of thousands of swords became the only resplendent light in the world. They took the Heavenly Dao, transformed it into rules, severed evil thoughts, and killed the invasion.
