Tonight was originally meant to mark a grand ceremony for the Four Idols Cult. But as dawn broke, it seemed the ceremony’s purpose needed revision.0

It was supposed to be a ceremony for the ascension of a cult leader—yet now, that title felt woefully insufficient.0

The Night Emperor had truly descended to the mortal realm…0

No one needed to explain what this sword was. Every person who practiced the cultivation techniques of the Four Idols Cult could feel the potent energy radiating from it—a boundless aura encompassing all their individual cultivation. It embraced everything, vast and limitless.0

This was undoubtedly the unfinished divine sword spoken of in the cult’s ancient texts—the one the Night Emperor once sought to forge. And now, it was complete.0

This sword was not a mere symbol. It was a tangible, undeniable reality.0

From the aura of the sword alone, it was evident that no one other than the Night Emperor could wield this sword—let alone forge it with their own hands. Even the Night Emperor himself had not managed to complete it. The records were clear: he had only crafted the sword blank and left it unfinished.0

Yet...0