April 1, 2018
Facing the gentle warm breeze, Wang Jiu stood atop the peaks south of Shen City, the White Sword in his hand emitting a low hum.
Then, the Sword Spirit's true form walked forward on a thick carpet made of blood, flesh, and bones, feeling the rich scent of blood in the air. Wang Jiu once again confirmed his judgment about the Chaos was not mistaken.
The power of the Chaos is weakening, not only in quantity but also in the essence.
This time, he delved into the mountains once more and slew over three thousand demonized creatures. By comparing the results with the previous time, he preliminarily concluded this.
Chaos is weakening, albeit at an imperceptible speed, but this process might have been ongoing for ten thousand years.
