Dragging the Sword to Moon Continent

The thousand metre demon sword, wasn’t something a Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns could move, it remained immovable ever since the ancient era.

How heavy was this sword exactly?

Nobody knew. Qin Wentian was the first one who extricated the sword, bringing it with him as he soared out of the flatlands beneath the precipice. However, he still had no way to wield it. He could only drag it as he walked on and on, one footprint at a time, the weight of the sword was weighing down on him.

If he continued on foot like that, it would take him three years before he can reach the Moon Continent.

And as Qin Wentian dragged the sword along, nobody dared to go near him. The beam of sword light, the sword intent and the sword keening was still pervading the air, yet the mournful wails had greatly weakened, as though the demon sword was moved by Qin Wentian’s will.