The voice of the Undying Elder fell, and the vast void instantly fell into a dead silence.
Endless snow devoured all, shrouding the void.
Countless cultivators were stunned, gazing blankly at the figure in the boundless void, seemingly yet to recover from the shocking scene just now.
Faced with the words of the Undying Elder, not a single person in the vast world dared to refute, as countless contemporary giants were already drenched in cold sweat, terrified out of their wits.
That was the founding ancestor of the Divine Sword Sect, the first-generation old sect leader, the Undying Sword Venerable, whose might had dominated countless ages. Even in the Hundred Broken Mountain Range, or the entire Nanming Dynasty, the royal race would surely refer to him respectfully as Sire.
