Several figures flew out from within the Divine Sun Sacred Ground, each one radiating a powerful and oppressive aura.
But the old man who had struck with the blade remained calm and expressionless the entire time.
He looked toward the Divine Sun Sacred Ground, his gaze deep and unwavering.
“Who are you?” one of the elders of the Divine Sun Sacred Ground asked seriously, his eyes full of caution.
The aura around the old man was overwhelming, and the elder felt like he was sinking into a swamp, completely unable to break free.
“I’ve long forgotten my name. It’s been too many years,” the old man said calmly, shaking his head.
“Just call me Heavenblade.”
“Heavenblade... could it be…” The elder thought for a moment, and his expression changed dramatically.
“Senior, are you perhaps the war general of Grand Emperor San Dao?”
“Looks like you know quite a bit,” the old man replied with a faint smile.
He once again swung his long saber. As the blade fell, a fierce light filled the sky.
“Senior, please stop!” the elder shouted loudly.
But the old man didn’t respond. The devastating blade aura stirred the winds within the Divine Sun Sacred Ground.
Many disciples hid away, too afraid to come out.
“Today, I’m destroying your imperial foundation as a lesson,” the old man said calmly.
Everyone knew that before founding a lineage, a Grand Emperor would choose an ideal location and establish the imperial foundation.
Any lineage with such a foundation would have abundant spiritforce, a place of natural treasures where all things flourished.
With it, a lineage could maintain its spiritforce without fear of depletion.
In short, the imperial foundation was the very root of a lineage's existence.
When the old man’s blade struck, the entire imperial foundation of the Divine Sun Sacred Ground was destroyed.
All the buildings collapsed, the spiritforce dissipated, celestial flowers and divine trees withered rapidly.
An elder of the lineage collapsed to the ground, watching everything that had been passed down for generations crumble into ruin.
He was left speechless, overwhelmed with grief.
“Report this to the Sacred Lord and Ancestor, quickly!” he shouted to the other elders.
The Divine Sun Sacred Ground was now in ruins, this was the greatest blow it had ever suffered since its founding.
And it wasn’t only happening here. The same scenes were unfolding in the other lineages.
In the heart of the Eastern Continent, the Blood Nether Sacred Ground was also in chaos.
“Who dares to attack our Blood Nether Sacred Ground?”
“Hurry! Activate the Guardian Formation!”
“The formation is broken! Our imperial foundation has been destroyed!”
The Dan Imperial Clan was no exception either. Even their most iconic structure, the Alchemy Tower, was completely demolished.
…
At this moment, the old man had already traveled across half of the Eastern Continent and now stood before the Purgatory Sacred Ground.
This lineage, backed by two emperors, had a deep foundation as well.
When the old man arrived above the Purgatory Sacred Ground, another old man walked out into the air from within the lineage.
“Heavenblade, I’ve been waiting for you,” the elder from the Purgatory Sacred Ground said with a calm smile.
He wore a loose, light green robe that completely covered his thin frame.
On his back was a blood-colored sword, exuding a sinister aura of slaughter.
“Bloodsword. So you were in on the plan to attack our True Martial Sacred Ground,” Heavenblade said indifferently.
“No, no. The Divine Sun Sacred Ground led the charge, we were just joining the excitement,” Bloodsword said with a smile.
He was the war general of the second emperor of the Purgatory Sacred Ground, Grand Emperor Sha.
He was also one of the lineage's last surviving ancestors.
Looking at Heavenblade, he said, “I know why you’re here. Since I’m here today, you’d better return and help your True Martial Sacred Ground instead.”
“You really think you can stop me?” Heavenblade said flatly.
“Heavenblade, you and I are evenly matched, unless you’ve stepped into that realm,” Bloodsword said, shaking his head.
“What if I’m not alone?” a voice suddenly came from the void.
A young man slowly walked out, holding a wine gourd. He wore white robes, with a longsword at his waist.
He raised his head and drank. The wine was like a lonely moon, the sword like frost.
The wine flowed down his neck, giving off a carefree, untamed vibe.
As the young man stepped forward, Bloodsword’s face turned grim.
“Traveler,” he said word by word.
“Bloodsword, let me face you,” the white-robed youth said with a light smile.
Traveler, war general of the True Martial Sacred Ground’s third emperor, Grand Emperor Shen Xing, was also one of the lineage’s last remaining ancestors.
“You really want to fight to the death?” Bloodsword said coldly.
“The fish might die, but the net might not break,” the youth smiled and shook his head.
He drew the longsword at his waist, and in an instant, appeared behind Bloodsword.
Shadows of his figure filled the sky, the lone sword’s aura overwhelming everything. Bloodsword had to go all out to defend.
Meanwhile, Heavenblade saw this and slashed his saber toward the Purgatory Sacred Ground’s main gate.
The Guardian Formation only resisted two strikes before it was destroyed.
As the blade fell, the entire imperial foundation of the Purgatory Sacred Ground was uprooted.
Seeing this, Bloodsword’s eyes bulged with rage as he roared, “Heavenblade, you’ve gone too far!”
“Bloodsword, do you really think that just because our True Martial Sacred Ground hasn’t produced a Grand Emperor in recent eras, you can provoke us?” Heavenblade said calmly.
“If not for the formation of Heaven’s Will and our desire to avoid shaking the Eastern Continent too much, today’s reckoning wouldn’t have ended this easily.”
Watching their imperial foundation be destroyed, Bloodsword could only roar in fury as Heavenblade and Traveler turned and walked away.
…
Above the True Martial Sacred Ground, the battle had reached a boiling point.
The sky had completely collapsed, but War God Sky Shroud remained calm as he fought.
“Is the Bridge of Life and Death really that powerful? He hasn’t even opened the tenth meridian gate, how can he stop us?” Elder Chiwu said in disbelief.
“This is just the Bridge of Life and Death. If I had opened the tenth meridian gate, you would all be corpses by now,” Sky Shroud said calmly, his sword aura shaking the heavens.
As they fought, the transmission tokens at their waists suddenly lit up.
Seeing the messages, the expressions of the old ancestors shifted drastically.
“Sky Shroud, we of the Purgatory Sacred Ground will remember this grudge,” said the Heaven-Prison Sage. Then, unwillingly, he disappeared into the void and left.