Nine Mysteries City, Qin Suyang.
The voice rang out beyond the sky, beyond the clouds; a ten-thousand-foot figure in scholarly robes materialized.
Blue Robe.
Tall Crown.
Sword at his side.
Step by step, his stride was steady.
With each step, it was as if he walked across a world.
With each step, it seemed to stir the heavens and earth, with billions of creatures cheering.
The focus of the world.
The wish of all spirits.
The great cultivator of Confucianism, entered the Dao with his soul!
But each step he took was accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, as if tearing through thousands of miles of the void.
The power of the sword was sharp and boundless.
A scholar equipped with a sword, a gentleman as sharp as a blade.
One moment his silhouette was in the outer world; the next, he was already before Nine Mysteries City.
Qin Suyang, who practiced Confucian Dao, sword cultivation, and alchemy.
"Mister Qin," cries of jubilation resounded from atop the city walls.