Ancient Godly Monarchs

Yi Yun was surprised when he heard Huan Chenxue's words. What was different from what he imagined? Could it be that Huan Chenxue actually wasn't interested in the sword?

Huan Chenxue could read Yi Yun's apprehensions. She said with a smile, "I did not call you here to get anything from you. Instead, it's about the owner of this broken sword."

"Are you talking about… the Pure Yang Sword Palace owner?"

Huan Chenxue nodded slightly. "That's right. Too much time has passed. Of all the people of the present, if we are ignoring the Sinkhole, just the 12 Empyrean Heavens alone, there's probably none who can remember the eight Godly Monarchs of ancient times."

Eight Godly Monarchs?

Yi Yun held his breath. Huan Chenxue's words left him in awe. He did not know what sort of figures the eight Godly Monarchs were.