Stabbed into Xie Tian's heart was a Heaven and Earth Sword hundreds of feet wide and thousands of feet tall.
The isolated island where this sword stood was one of the two great sacred grounds for cultivation in Wanzhou—the location of the Sword Tomb.
Xie Tian craned his small head back as high as he could only to find that he still couldn't see if the tip of the sword touched the stars that filled the sky. Even if it didn't, it probably wasn't far off.
Without any precedent, a surge of impulse welled up inside Xie Tian's heart.
He had once pondered over something because of Yang Zhong. Where would he stand between heaven and earth in sixty years? In the end, he set his sights on the endless stars, believing that was where he would stand.
It was nothing more than a daydream common to young people, but now, faced with this Heaven and Earth Sword, Xie Tian impulsively thought that he might indeed reach the height where he could pluck the sun and moon with his hands.
