A mysterious realm.
Deep darkness, where silent bones are piled up, eternal and undecayed.
The Dark Throne, an existence of silence.
Within the darkness, suddenly a voice sounded, saying:
"Has he left the village?"
On the Dark Throne, a presence spoke:
"He has left."
"Is his cultivation level really that low?" The voice in the darkness seemed puzzled, saying:
"After all these years, he has never set foot on the path of cultivation?"
On the Dark Throne, a monotonous voice seemed somewhat muffled, saying:
"I am empathically linked with him... He is indeed just a Nascent Soul, he can barely fly, and it seems he can only manage a few hundred meters at a time."
The existence within the darkness seemed to ponder for a long while, saying:
"On Kaiyuan Continent, a terrifying Sword Dao has emerged, surpassing all Sword Dao masters under my observation."
"Perhaps, it's related to him."
"And yet, you're saying, he hasn't embarked on the path of cultivation?"
