What appeared before my eyes was another world.

The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook.

The Yellow Desert rises in the south, and the sun is hidden in the west.

He looked around, this must be the wilderness.

The world is desolate, and the sky is filled with a halo of sunset.

The setting sun is like an old man in his twilight years.

The dry earth beneath your feet.

It was as if there had been a drought for tens of millions of years, with no plants or animals able to survive.

Even cracks appeared in the sky, as if they were attacked by something.

And you must know that the world has the ability to heal itself.

Generally, after a powerful force breaks the void, the space will heal automatically.

But the destruction of this world seems like it will never heal.

This world remains unchanged for eternity, and will rise and fall forever.

"What a wasteland," a low sigh suddenly came from the side.

Xu Zimo was not surprised and turned his head.

He saw Grandpa Dao from Zhenwu Shengzong standing next to him at some unknown time.

"Maybe now, you should call me the Great Sage of Three Swords," the old man said with a smile.

"You came here too," Xu Zimo replied.

"We have been planning for such a wonderful moment for hundreds of thousands of years, how could we not see it with our own eyes."

The Great Sage of Three Swords smiled.

It was different from when Xu Zimo met him at Zhenwu Shengzong.

At this moment, he is no longer an ordinary old man.

He carries three knives on his back.

The sword energy around him seemed to be vaguely stronger than Xu Zimo's.

"In the pure art of swordsmanship, you have to beat me," Xu Zimo said.

"I only repair swords, but the things you repair are too complicated," the Three Swordsman said with a smile.

"I am not very qualified and just want to cultivate my way to the other side.

But you want to practice all the great ways."

Xu Zimo also smiled.

Staring at the wild sky.
Chapter completed!