Emperor of the Void Realm

Far to the north, a swordsman declared, “Dragon Emperor, today you severed one of my fingers. One day, I will wage war against your entire nation.”

Just then, a young man stepped through the void on his sword and declared:

Why wait for another day?

We can do it today!

Sword, come!

Blade, rise!

Today, let me fight you!

I shall split the heavens and slay the dragon!

Here is the peerless sword cultivator who proclaims, “Though flowers bloom on the sword, they are but rotten cotton. Returning to the mortal world, I fear no one!”

Here is the old monk in hemp robes who proclaims, “Among ten thousand Buddhas and ancestors, who will be the guiding light? One bears sorrow, the other withers in desolation.”

Here is the ancient demon dragon Tian Cang who proclaims, “Amid luxuriant blooms, birds chirp softly of the shifting winds and clouds.”

But none of them can compare to the white-haired old man who declares, “Though I have been frozen for tens of millions of years, if you can withstand one of my sword strikes, you will be the greatest under heaven.”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.