The pinnacle of Kunlun, where no one has ascended for eight hundred years. In the Age of Dharma End, the spiritual energy is exhausted and the avenue is cut off. I stood on the top of the peak waiting for the thunder to strike, while three thousand monks behind me watched with bated breath - all the vampires of the Righteous Demon Sect were here, and even the sworn enemies who usually choked each other when they met were temporarily extinguished. Clouds of calamity surged above my head, and I touched the sword at my waist. It's been eight hundred years, and it would be a bit embarrassing if this chop went wrong.
