In the depths of the Land of Mist.
A black path emerged from the void, mysterious as though it reigned above all else.
"...Fortunately, the source origin had to intervene personally..."
The voice on the black path sounded immensely relieved.
"Place these stone carvings here!"
Onto the black path, suddenly blocks of stone appeared.
Those stones... as if coming from the darkest reaches of the universe, pitch black, their hardness extreme to the point where they seemed capable of destroying all divine weapons in the world!
Yet upon the unbreakable black stones were stone carvings.
Those carvings... were all in human form!
Human forms brandishing swords, each movement seemingly containing endless profundity, embodying the grand majesty of the Dao!
About a dozen Rotten Slaves appeared woodenly, moving the stone carvings off the black path and placing them within the Land of Mist.
"Do these carvings from the source origin... represent the Sword Dao that exists there...?"
