Master of Strange Dao

The vast expanse of Silver Lake has now become a colossal basin, with the bottom seemingly cast in silver.

The once dense power here has mostly dissipated.

Places that once surrounded Silver Lake, chaotic in power and comparable to a small Forbidden Land, have vanished without a trace, leaving behind a substantial residual aura.

The most conspicuous is that meandering silver river.

With the passage of time, the basin of Silver Lake has accumulated quite a bit of rainwater, forming a shallow layer at the bottom of the river, turning it into a slow-flowing stream.

Such a great Silver Lake, a large Forbidden Land, has vanished just like that.

He even saw people excavating the remaining materials within the original bounds of Silver Lake.

He also saw someone, too weak, being eroded by the remnants of aura there, leaving behind a corpse resembling a metal sculpture.

Old Emperor Qian suspended in the sky, remained silent for a long time.

He never dreamed, even in his wildest dreams, that such a drastic change would occur in such a short period.

A place worthy of the title of a large Forbidden Land has never been seen or heard of disappearing completely in such a short time.

He looked towards the breach in the Silver Lake basin, roughly deducing that Silver Lake erupted, with Silver Lake Water carrying might, blasting open a gap.

Yet Silver Lake had always been calm, without waves, how could such a huge wave arise?

Why it has come to this now is actually no longer important.

He has already come out of seclusion, having prepared everything possible during his retreat, unable to wait any longer.

Qingping has died, making many things indeed less convenient than before.

Old Emperor Qian stood in place, pondering for a long time, heading north.

Halfway, he quietly stood within the Gang Wind Layer.

South of Jinlan Mountain, in Han Dong's small courtyard, Han Dong suddenly opened his eyes.

The Qingping Sword beside him trembled slightly, emitting a faint sword hum.

Han Dong stood up, gazing towards the south, his eyes sharp.

He instantly recognized that the Qingping Sword's spirit hasn't died, instead, after so long, the Qingping Sword is now sensing a certain sword technique.

This is Old Emperor Qian calling him.

Behind Han Dong, the female Ba extended her hand, grasping his.

"Don't go, you're forbidden to leave."

Only as her words fell, the female Ba's eyes appeared hollow, her powers seemed to be in disarray.

Between Han Dong's brows, a murderous intent suddenly arose.

The killing intent he accumulated over many years erupted, the Black Sword at the forest's edge automatically flew back, hovering before him.

"This is surely a conspiracy, don't be deceived," the female Ba tried to persuade. Unfortunately, other matters Han Dong could endure and control, yet there's one thing that can surely stir his heartstrings.

Han Dong vanished instantly.

The sharp Gang Wind blowing through the Gang Wind Layer suddenly seemed orderly, as if countless Sword Qi crisscrossed.

Han Dong's figure appeared in the Gang Wind Layer.

Old Emperor Qian gazed at Han Dong, revealing a slight smile.

"In your generation, even including the imperial family descendants after you, and myself, in sword Dao talent, none can compare with you."

As he spoke, Old Emperor Qian's thoughts moved, a stream of light flew out, caught by Han Dong.

It was a half-transparent crystal heart, still beating.

"The female Ba treated you well, never mentioned this to you, right? This is her soul, a gift to you all before she left.

Her origins, I suppose you're not very keen, but with this, she is now completely whole."

Han Dong held the beating crystal heart, surprised and somewhat at a loss.

He thought Old Emperor Qian would use the female Ba to threaten him to do something.

Unexpectedly, it was a simple summon, just to give him this.

"I..." Han Dong opened his mouth but was unsure what to say, like punching air, the emotions brewed for so long suddenly seemed to lose their aim.

"To this day, you still refuse to call me father emperor?"