Pouring heavy rain fell from the sky, exuding a gloomy atmosphere.
Dark clouds covered the continent, and lightning roared, illuminating the vast land in brief flashes that terrified the living beings on its surface.
The rain-soaked earth had turned into muddy terrain, making movement difficult.
Strong winds swept across everything as if nothing could stop them, like a storm, the bringer of destruction, displaying its might.
Grim…
Tense…
Such was the air that enveloped countless people at this moment.
Their hearts were restless, filled with worry and fear.
Such feelings had been familiar to everyone for the past seven years.
It was an atmosphere they had already grown accustomed to.
But they never liked it.
And they never would.
Why was that?
Why did such a contradiction exist?
Slash!
Crash!
Boom!
“Uwagh!”
“Aggh!!!”
“Don’t give any of them time to counterattack! Keep attacking!”
“Keep pushing! Don’t let them overwhelm you!”
The chaotic sounds of battle shook the region.
Attacks of various elements created a terrifying and chaotic sight.
Tens of thousands of men and women from different factions clashed in one part of the world, while in other parts, the same scene could also be seen.
Despite the weather and condition, it did not stop for many people to causing death and destruction to each other.
Every second, someone’s soul departed for the underworld.
The metallic scent of blood filled the air.
Many screams filled with agony and despair resounded across the battlefield.
Corpses in various conditions were scattered across the land.
There were some who only had stab wounds.
Some had lost their limbs, while others had lost their heads.
There were even some who looked like they had been burned to a crisp, while others looked as if they had been struck by something so hard that their bodies had been completely destroyed.
Truly, it was a nightmare scene.
The battles not only caused death but also brought destruction to the environment.
From destroyed patches of earth to crumbling hills and mountains.
Rivers could be forced to change their course, while even the sea could be split apart.
It was a show of power that was far beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals.
The Valdam Continent, a place that had never truly experienced peace, was now witnessing a war unlike anything it had ever seen throughout its history.
The Valdam Continent was one of the main continents in the Eastern World, and it was even considered the strongest because of the existence of many powerful factions within it.
Amongst the most powerful, five major factions stood at the top of the continent’s pyramid of power.
Tyron Empire.
Relguis Empire.
Vermion Empire.
Celestial Garden Sect.
Heavenly Sword Valley.
Besides those five, there were also dozens of smaller powers that were not as strong as them but still possessed considerable power.
Throughout the history of the Valdam Continent, the continent had already been in a fragile situation for a long time, especially when it came to the relationships between the five great powers.
Although there had been efforts to ease the situation, they could never truly make the five great powers lessen the strained relationships between them.
And finally, after thousands of years of maintaining the status quo, the situation finally collapsed into a chaos of war.
All of that was because of one trigger.
Ten years ago, a heavenly treasure fell from the firmament.
No one knew its origin.
At that moment, a blinding light appeared in the sky, and they saw a line of light that eventually fell and embedded itself into the continent.
After some time, they finally learned what kind of treasure it was, and since that day, the situation on the continent began to deteriorate.
A treasure that was said to be capable of uniting the entire continent and even the lands beyond it.
A heavenly sword.
The moment this sword fell, it was as if all the leashes that had restrained the ambitions of the great nations were suddenly broken.
Each of them had ambitions.
The ambition of domination.
They knew that they could not let the sword fall into the hands of anyone other than themselves.
The sword was simply too powerful for anyone else to possess.
Each of the great nations tried to snatch it, and the smaller powers, even though they did not want to partake in the war, were forcibly dragged into it.
They knew that whoever obtained the sword would have the highest chance of uniting the entire continent.
When that happened, those who supported them would gain countless benefits.
Those who were left behind would lose their momentum and might even fall behind to the point where they would lose their relevance in the future and eventually be forgotten in the river of history.
Since then, the smaller powers chose their sides and fought alongside their chosen factions, causing the entire continent to become engulfed in a great war.
A war that had already gone on for seven years and taken the lives of tens of millions.
From weak mortals without any power to the powerhouses of the continent, the ones who wielded the power of heaven and earth—the cultivators.
No one was safe from death.
But on the other hand, this war had also given birth to many heroes, from the young to the adults and the elderly.
The old figures who were already famous became even more renowned, elevating their great names and titles to even greater heights.
They were already powerful cultivators, but the war had only made their names even more illustrious.
As for the young ones, they had a chance to show their brilliance, etching their names into history.
Among these famous young heroes was a man from the Vermion Empire.
He was a young adult with long black hair that reached his shoulders.
He was not exceptionally handsome, but he was still considered good-looking.
He had a tall and fit build, and there was a certain charm to his appearance.
Everyone who saw him would undoubtedly feel drawn to him.
Not only because of his character, but also because of his achievements.
Everyone in the Vermion Empire knew him as the youngest Battalion Commander in the empire.
The descendant of a baronial noble family.
One of the most promising talents in the empire.
The first person in the history of the Vermion Empire to become a Battalion Commander of the Imperial Family’s troops at the age of two hundred and fifty.
By that age, his cultivation had already reached Peak Fifth Stage, something that would normally take most people more than three hundred years to achieve.
He was also considered one of the most talented swordmasters in the history of the empire.
Because of his achievements, he also became the personal knight of one of the empire’s Crown Prince candidates and one of the prince’s closest people.
He was also a loving husband.
Despite having a challenging romantic life, he had ultimately reached a point where he could finally marry the woman he loved, and build a happy life together with her.
That man’s name was Zayden Dravenhart.
The prodigy of the Dravenhart Family.
The man idolized by countless people, especially the younger generation.
Many wanted to be like him and wanted to follow in his footsteps.
With all of his achievements, it was no wonder that many believed that, in the future, he might be able to elevate the Dravenhart Family and turn it into a high-ranking noble family.
Even becoming a duke was not an impossible dream.
In short, the man was destined to become a great person, a powerhouse, a powerful cultivator capable of shaking the continent…
That is, if nothing happened to him in his life.
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