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Legend has it that six million years ago, in the Battle of the Gods’ Fall, the deities sacrificed themselves to repel the enigmatic horrors from beyond the realm. After that war, the age of gods ended, and for countless ages, no gods remained. The sole divine relic, the Immortal God-Slaying Sword, vanished without a trace...

Lower Five Domains, Heaven Martial Sect, Martial Cliff Peak.

The sprawling mountains stretched endlessly, veiled in mist, their ridges rising sharply like blades cleaving the heavens. The sheer force of their presence seemed to overshadow the entire world. Upon the lofty peaks, countless sword columns encircled the summits, forming innumerable arenas for battle.

There were tens of thousands of these arenas—places for Heaven Martial Sect disciples to spar, to test their skills, and even to settle life-and-death disputes. Amid this grand and imposing scene, a lone, slender figure stood out, standing atop one of the platforms.

It was a youth, his body battered and bloodied, thorns of pain etched into his skin—clearly, he’d just survived a fierce struggle. His torn white robe snapped in the wind, his bright eyes now streaked with blood, and though he gripped a sword in his palm, his gaze was fixed unwaveringly upon his opponent, not daring to relax for even a breath.

"Ye Huang, no matter how stubborn you are, it's futile! Do you still think yourself the genius of old?" sneered the man in the tiger-embroidered robe, glaring at the youth with contempt.

Yet the youth was unmoved. With a fla