The great war in the Imperial Capital had concluded, albeit in failure for the three major powers. However, this did not signify the end of the invasion's repercussions; its true impact was only just beginning and threatened to completely reshape the continent's future.
"Second Ancestor, something terrible has happened!"
Within the Saint Heaven Institute, its principal, clad in a golden robe, streaked across Changkong, landed at the foot of an ancient peak, knelt, and cried out in anguish.
This peak was known as Saint Sword Peak. It stood incredibly steep, soaring into the clouds like a peerless blade poised to cleave heaven and earth. In the mage-primary Saint Heaven Institute, it undoubtedly held a unique existence.
"Come in!"
A resonant voice, carrying a sharp Sword Intent that sent continuous ripples through the Void, emanated from the mountaintop.
