Demon Saint Palace. Step by step, the Old Blind Man ascended the staircase.
With each step, his momentum grew ever stronger. Sword Intent surged like a colossal wave, devouring all within the heavens and earth.
His Divine Soul silhouette grew ever more translucent, as if becoming unreal, and yet also as if it had transformed into a sword—an indomitable blade.
The Heavenly Nine Declines; with each sword stroke, he pushed the limits. Each stroke was stronger than the last.
When the Old Blind Man moved forward with one step, it was akin to unleashing a sword stroke; however, the force of the sword remained within him. Upon his second step, the sword's momentum compounded, and his figure reverted to purity. As he ascended step by step, the Sword Intent seemed to gather inwardly, vanishing from sight.
"Hmm?"
Many demons turned to look his way, sensing that something was amiss.
