Under the starry sky.
The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect wore an expression of unyielding resolve.
He knew that numerous Elders and Disciples were pursuing him from behind, but he did not halt—on the contrary, he sped up.
"In today's battle, I will surely die!"
"Even if death is inevitable, I must die gloriously, die on the Myriad Clans Continent, die paving the way for the battles fought for the Human Race—to set an example for the Sect's disciples!"
The Grand Elder gripped the Sun and Moon Taiji Sword tightly.
"My old friend!"
"After today, I don't know whether we'll survive. Soon, we fight with everything we have!"
He gently stroked the sword in his hand, murmuring softly.
Buzz!
The Sun and Moon Taiji Sword vibrated faintly, as if resonating with its master's battle intent, releasing Sword Intent in response.
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Myriad Clans Continent.
"Sect Master Ye, you've returned?"
