Crack! Crack!...
One after another, space cracks appear all over the Empyrean Sword realm, and from those space rifts, dark, eerie auras gush within like floods.
"Haha… Sword Sovereign, come out. Aren't you going to welcome me?"
From the largest of the spatial rifts, a shadowy figure emerged. Only a pair of blood-red eyes was visible within the darkness. The moment he appeared, the entire realm shuddered violently.
Countless lives across the Empyrean Sword Realm felt their hearts tighten as a sudden surge of negative emotions flooded their minds—fear, despair, hatred. A suffocating gloom descended, as though an invisible shadow had draped itself over every living being.
The sword sovereign, along with the ten thousand transcendent swordsmen sitting in the auditorium, heard the maniacal laugh that echoed through the world.
They all looked at the sword sovereign, waiting for what he would do.
