Time flies, the years are silent, thirty thousand years have passed, truly a world of change.
Many people have long faded from Xiao Chen's memory. It must be said that this is a kind of sorrow, erased mercilessly by time, gone with the wind, with no eternal youth, no everlasting elegance, everything can be extinguished.
Suddenly, feeling a familiar aura, Xiao Chen discovered the traces of the Dugu Sword Demon, which was quite a shock to him.
The sword aura pierced the sky, beneath the abyss of darkness, beams of dazzling light tore apart the great barrier of the Curse World, connecting the heavens with the human world.
Indeed, it was the aura of the Dugu Sword Demon, solitary and yet domineering, with a hint of coldness and callousness, an iron sword cutting across the void, overpowering the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers.
