“Haha.” Blood flowed down from the wound on his forehead. It flowed across his scar and into his mouth before overflowing and dripping down onto the ground from his charred chin. The blood slowly seeped deeper into the earth.0

Li Huowang was in a bad spot. Everything has been useless so far. His talismans, his spine sword capable of creating a rift in between timelines, the bronze coin sword capable of slaying evil beings, or even his purple-tasseled sword that could cut through steel like butter. All of it was useless.0

More importantly, even his techniques as a Sitting Oblivion Dao and the Ao Jing Sect were useless.0

This was the first...0