The supreme saint of the Immortal Sect, standing high in the clouds in the infinite light, looked at the simple and unpretentious man in front of him.
He opened his mouth and said, "Zhong He, establishing Netherworld will do you no good. Why don't you stop and make peace, and join me in slaughtering the world and dividing all living beings?" The clear voice shook the surrounding void, causing tiny cracks.
In response, Zhong He just said softly: "Try to see my conscience." A pure white sword light rushed out from the center of Zhong He's eyebrows. In three breaths, the Supreme Immortal Sect in front of him, who had ruled the world for a hundred thousand years, was twisted into powder.
Looking at the crowd of fans, Zhong He murmured to himself: "How can I let you know about the benefits I have received? Oh, are you worthy of being honored as an ancestor?"
After closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, Zhong He said to himself: "System, perform attribute conversion and distribution." Then he turned around and stepped into the depths of the starry sky.
The aftermath of the Immortal Killing Sword cut off the galaxy in this universe, leaving an everlasting trace.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
