C669 Inheritance

All the swords are wailing.

In the universe's infinite worlds, the swords were wailing, the snow-white swords lost their luster, flowing with a black sense of loneliness, wailing for their emperor.

On the intersection point of the universe, a resplendent mark, that was the mark of a supreme being that had not been formed for too long, began to melt ahead of time.

It shot out a bit of light