At the very center of the Orion-Jade Spiral Arm lay a forbidden dead zone where no merchant ship or star-beast dared to fly.
Floating in the middle of that silent void was a massive, jagged continent three light-years across, built entirely out of broken, sliced-in-half dead stars and ten million rusted divine swords thrust into the rock like grave markers.
This was the Galactic Core Sword-Tomb.
And sleeping inside the ancient stone mausoleum at the heart of the tomb was the undefeated myth of the entire Spiral Arm—a supreme Peak Rank 9 Galaxy Realm powerhouse who had ruled this arm of the galaxy for fifty thousand years: the Milky Way Sword Emperor!
Right now, flying desperately toward the outer edge of the Sword-Tomb were twenty-seven ragged, pale-faced old men in torn silk robes.
Leading them was Grand Elder Jian Chen of the Heaven-Severing Sword Sect—one of the 108 coalition sects. Three days ago, Grand Elder Jian Chen and these twenty-six die-hard elders had left the coalition headquarters early to deliver tribute to the outer shrines of the Sword-Tomb. Because they had already entered the spatial distortion zone around the Sword-Tomb before the battle started, they were the only high-ranking coalition elders who had escaped Pei Xuan’s [Galactic Tax-Audit Brick Rain]!
