For fifty thousand years, the battlefield between humans and demons raged. One hundred thousand immortals departed in a single night, like a receding tide.
Yet one figure in blue robes swam against the current.
Alone, he fought billions of demons for more than a decade.
Then one day, the ancient remnant species known as the Sword-Swallowing True Dragon willingly sacrificed itself to destroy the swordsman’s Azure Lotus Immortal Sword.
The swordsman fell from the Thirteenth Realm to the Golden Core stage.
The demon tide surged toward him, and the swordsman calmly faced death.
Still, he wanted to strike one more time.
With no sword at his side, he remembered the words an old friend had once given him:
“If you have no sword in hand, you can borrow one to strike.”
The swordsman borrowed swords from Heaven and Earth.
First, five hundred and thirty-six great characters shot up from beneath the battlefield and turned into swords.
Then the withered bones of ten thousand ages transformed into swords, suspended at his side.
A million swords from the human world crossed boundless seas and came to his aid.
Overcome with joy, the swordsman wept, then gathered his thoughts.
“You have one Sword-Swallowing True Dragon that could destroy one of my Azure Lotus Immortal Swords. But do you have three million of them?”
The swordsman spoke each word slowly, then shouted aloud:
“I have three million divine swords, enough to slay every demon under Heaven!”
