The vast expanse of the West Sea was located at the western edge of the world. Once the center of everyone’s attention, the monster spirit court that’d ruled the West Sea for eighty thousand years was one day silently overthrown almost overnight, the coup so swift that not a single rumor leaked abroad.

As for her then-emperor, a peak arcane dao immortal powerhouse, he’d been killed in a single blow and refined into a replica.

On a deserted island at the westernmost part of the waters, three hundred and sixty-five lightning rods were positioned in a mysterious formation, sparkling dazzlingly beneath the sun. In the middle of this array sat a man clad in blue. Beside him was stuck a sword into the ground at a jaunty angle: the Sword of Chaos.

Once powerful beyond measure, it now gave off...