Chapter 5820

Back at Myriad Sword Mountains, the gates of Mystic Sky Sword Sect lay in ruins.

Once a sanctuary brimming with sacred sword energy, the mountain cradle now lay drowned in carnage—a grim purgatory where every stone carried the taste of iron and ash.

Clouds black as split ink rolled across the heavens, blotting out every last hint of daylight. From beyond the peaks came the roar of beasts-raw, primeval, a sound so huge it seemed to tear the very sky in half.

A luminous curtain-the last vestige of the Big Dipper Demon-Suppressing Array-flickered beneath the assault of endless demonic aura and brute force. It had thinned to the frailty of a moth’s wing, sputtering on the verge of collapse with a brittle, wrenching creak that made hearts seize.

Each of the seven sword peaks now glimmered dully. Jagged cracks scored their faces, as though one more tremor would shatter them into rubble.

Inside and outside the gate, corpses lay strewn like fallen timber. Rivers of blood carved steaming channels through broken stone.

Torn uniforms of Mystic Sky Sword Sect disciples mixed with charred bones of Demon Sect warriors and the hulking carcasses of Melded Beastkin fighters-one indistinguishable heap of death.