Several figures flew out from within the Divine Sun Holy Sect, each of them radiating immense power, their mighty presence bearing down oppressively.
Yet, the elder who wielded the blade maintained a calm and indifferent expression from beginning to end.
He looked in the direction of the Divine Sun Holy Sect, his gaze profound as he watched intently.
"Who might you be?" An elder of the Divine Sun Holy Sect asked solemnly, eyeing the elder with caution.
His vigilance stemmed from the overwhelming aura that enveloped the blade-wielding elder, making him feel as though he was stuck in a quagmire, incapable of extricating himself.
"I have forgotten my own name, too much time has passed," the elder said, shaking his head indifferently.
"Just call me Heavenly Blade."
"Heavenly Blade, could it be...," the elder paused, thoughtfully, and then his complexion changed to one of shock.
"Elder, could it possibly be that you are a War General of the Great Emperor of the Three Blades?"
