However, the journey of the Great Emperor of the Three Blades, burdened with destiny, definitely ranks as the most tragic and spectacular among many great emperors.
It began when that man picked up the three curved blades.
The story took place in that spring when the Immortal Tree bloomed with Undying Flowers, during the flourishing springtime, the blood-red petals accompanied by a burst of fragrance.
On the road leaving the True Martial Holy Sect, the spring breeze was rippling, the Immortal Trees on both sides stood like giants rooted in the mortal world, ever watchful over this shaded boulevard.
From one side of the road, it looked as if one were in the midst of a sea of blood-red flames.
The road was flanked by tall Immortal Trees, densely covered with the profusion of Undying Flowers.
The blossoms sang softly with the breeze, then turned and waved goodbye to their mother tree.
They followed the breeze, longing to experience the freedom they had always yearned for.
