Changliu Mountain, where the divine Emperor Shao Hao resides.
The beasts all have ornate tails; the birds, ornate heads. The place is rich with ornate jade stones.
That day, a gust of wind arose within the depths of Changliu Mountain.
As the wind passed through the world, it carried a certain grave solemnity.
In the hazy realm, beyond the grasp of mortals, two innate spiritual lights transformed into their respective manifestations of the Dao.
Three thousand laws moved with thought, evolving into the boundless.
In the muddled chaos, a white tiger clawed through the heavens, and a golden saber light cleaved through the void, the killing intent of Geng Metal Sword sending ripples through the Great Dao River, surging and tumultuous.
"My fellow Daoist, your prowess in slaughter grows ever stronger!" A languid tone fell from the void, as if in praise.
"How does it compare to the Lord of Killing of the days above the Blood Sea?" A robust voice carried a unique boldness.
