Chapter 813

In the center of the hall sat an old man in Taoist robes with long hair cascading down his back, sitting on a straw mat with his back to me.

Beside him stood a redwood sword scabbard engraved with blood-vein patterns, emitting an extremely dangerous aura as if concealing a peerless divine sword.

The oppressive sword intent emanated from this sword.

The chill winds blowing through the hall also originated from it.

The old man in Taoist robes was Mirageon, a supreme master who once sat on one of the twelve seats of the Heaven Board.

Mirageon was a renowned figure in the reclusive world, who in his youth nearly pacified the Northwest of Empyria with the Mirageon sword.

He was the subject of endless discussions for not belonging to any sect, establishing the Solar Syl Valley, and founding his own sword martial art faction.

Yet, for unknown reasons, Mirageon's martial prowess diminished years ago, and he declared his departure from the Heave