Xuanhuan: I Destroyed the Canghai Sword Sect from the Start

In an unknown region deep within the universe.

A young man stands with his sword, dressed in white as pure as snow, his long hair fluttering in the wind.

A shadowy figure hangs in the void above him, black mist drifting around it. Its terrifying pressure shakes the surrounding void.

A stern, imposing voice comes from the shadow.

"The fate of heaven and earth has nine as its ultimate number. Night Heavenly Emperor, you defied the heavens and lived through eight lifetimes. We have fought eight times as well. Now your fate has run its course, and this will be your final chance. What a pity, what a pity. You still can't escape the fate of failure. Hahahahahaha!"

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