1 Prologue

In the Sacred Realm, on the Starry Peaks.

It was a quiet night on Starry Peaks. Countless stars could be seen filling the dark sky. A man stood alone on the cliff, head raised, his gaze fully focused on the full moon.

The man was surrounded by a powerful yet lonely aura. Dressed in a pure white robe, he had a head full of long-black hair, a sharp chin, and crystal-clear white eyes. Despite his young appearance, the man was already eight thousand years old. Weariness could be seen on his fine features. In his eyes, tears could be seen glistening, reflecting off moonlight as they fell onto the ground.

"Oh, I regret it... I regret it..." The man silently mumbled while looking into the starry sky.

To reach the apex of cultivation, he completely severed his emotions, or so he had thought. He left his family behind, betrayed close friends, and even sacrificed the love of his life all for the sake of cultivation. Alas, as time passed like flowing water, his Dao-heart slowly grew unsteady, preventing him from taking the final step to reach apex.

Every night he could see her vivid face in his dreams. Her perfectly arched brows, and pure eyes stared right into the depths of his soul. She would talk to him, saying she forgives him, and that she never once regretted her decision telling him to move on. He would then see his family; his brother's kind smile, and his father's fuzzy beard. Sometimes, he can even feel his mother's warmth as if she was right next to him.

After thousands of years of such torment, he finally realized something he had long forgotten. For what reason did he gain such strength? Was it for money and fame? No! It was to protect the ones he loved, and cherished! Unfortunately, it was far too late. Consumed by power, and greed, he became blinded by what he did not have instead, and did not cherish what he already had. Now, he could only remember them in his memories.

Clutched in his hand was a knife. The knife displayed a majestic aura. The hilt of the knife was made of pure gold, dragon heads smoothly carved at both ends, embed at the center was a big red ruby. The silver blade glowed brilliantly with a radiant white, its edge angled towards his heart. Having acquired its target, the blade of the knife lurched forward with a thrust.

'Snap!' The knife snapped off cleanly into two. The gold hilt stayed firmly clenched in his hand, so tightly that blood could be seen dripping off the hilt. The silver blade laid lifelessly on the ground, not a hint of its former glory could be found. On his chest, not a mark could be seen where the knife was aimed.

"Why... Why... WHY!!!" The man howled as he fell onto his knees.

This was a God-King weapon! One of the strongest weapons in the universe! To forge this knife, he paid a handsome fee to a master blacksmith, all just for this moment! To free himself from the pain, and suffering slowly tearing away at him! Yet, why did it fail again! This was not the first time he had tried to end his own life, however regardless of his attempts, the result always remained the same. All the weapons he tried previously all broke before his cultivation. They were unable to harm him in the slightest! He had thought that with this very knife, he would be able to end his misery. Yet, why was it still the same! Even the injury on his hand had already healed!

"Why must you torture me like this? Must I really search for the Immortal-Slaying artifact?!" He yelled at the Heavens, his voice trembling with rage.

The Immortal-Slaying artifact was a weapon that had existed since the ancient times. Crafted by a master blacksmith whose name was forgotten throughout history. It is said that whoever manages to acquire the ancient weapon will obtain unbelievable might. They would be able to slay their foes with, but just a single slash. It was even said to be capable of harming the legendary immortal sovereigns.

Unluckily, the whereabouts of the Immortal-Slaying artifact is nowhere to be found. Though rumor has it, before it was lost, the Immortal-Slaying artifact was once wielded by the deceased emperor of a lost ancient city allowing him to unite all cities in the Sacred Realm as one! Thus, many experts suspected it to be hidden deep somewhere within the lost ancient city. They scoured the Sacred Realm far, and wide for traces of the ancient city. Nonetheless, only to no avail.

The Heavens rumbled as if mocking him.

[Countless experts have tried their luck to this very day, and still it remains hidden! I would like to see you try!]

"HAHA! Fine! If that's what you want! I'll find it, and take you to the depths of Hell with me! HAHAHA!" The man laughed crazily like a madman, and disappeared without a trace like the wind.