Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
(Solo female lead)

The old woman was dazed for dozens, or perhaps hundreds, of heartbeats before she snapped back from the terrifying moment. Ignoring the bloodstains, her gaze fell upon the Divine Weapon in her hands, and her expression changed dramatically—


The Divine Weapon, once brimming with spiritual energy, now appeared bleak and dull. The Qilin Instrument Spirit was still present but languid, and as she probed with her Inner Qi, it circulated once within, revealing an emptiness.


The Divine Weapon Qilin, placed in the spiritual land for years without use, had its accumulated spiritual essence dissipated in an instant, leaving only twenty or thirty percent remaining.


The old woman felt a pang in her heart, her body swaying slightly, nearly collapsing to the ground, her face already pale, lips trembling slightly before she couldn't help but cry out:


Chapter 943 - Chapter 126: Vajra Prajna, Universal Salvation of All Beings (Double-Length)