Published: February 25, 2025
After Dantai Xuanzhong spoke, his right hand flipped, and a token engraved with black dragon patterns appeared out of thin air.
"Go!"
The token soared from Dantai Xuanzhong's hand, hovering above the Huangfu Holy Temple. Instantly, strands of black, tadpole-like light patterns surged forth from within the token.
In the next instant, a Secret Realm Gate, a hundred zhang in diameter, slowly opened in the sky above the summit, and Dantai Xuanzhong was the first to fly into the air.
The leaders, elders, stewards, and disciples of each vein soared into the Secret Realm Gate.
As the group entered the Divine Sword Secret Realm through the gate, they were greeted by an endless expanse of wasteland.
The wasteland was extremely barren, lacking in spiritual power, with clusters of withered, pale yellow weeds scattered across the land.
Not only were there no living creatures here, but even a single breath of wind was absent, creating an atmosphere of terrifying silence that felt lifeless.
"Follow this sovereign," Dantai Xuanzhong said, slowing down as he flew deeper into the wasteland.
Tan Yun, feeling puzzled, followed closely behind alongside Shen Subing, Mu Mengyi, Zhong Wu Shi Yao, and Tuoba Yingying...
One hour later.
After Dantai Xuanzhong led the group to fly over a hundred thousand miles, he stopped and stood firm in mid-air.
The group floated behind Dantai Xuanzhong, and Tan Yun followed his gaze, looking ahead to see a thick black mist spreading in the void ahead, covering a radius of a hundred miles!
Amidst the swirling black mist stood a solitary peak, towering at ninety thousand zhang, resembling a knife-edged silhouette.
Although the group was still over a hundred miles away from the edge of the black mist, they could still feel waves of thick deathly aura silently enveloping them.
The disciples whispered in shock:
"That black mist must be transformed from deathly power; it seems to be a Divine Sword of the death attribute!"
"That's right! But it's strange; I should be able to adapt to this death aura since I am of the Holy Spirit Lineage with a death attribute, yet I feel a strong rejection from this deathly power against the death power in my body!"
"Me too, what's going on?"
"..."
As the whispers surrounded him, Tan Yun felt the deathly aura enveloping him, his starry eyes revealing a deep sense of nostalgia and excitement, silently shouting, "Annihilation, today your master will take you home!"
He was all too familiar with this deathly aura; in the vast universe, no one understood it better than him!
Because this deathly aura was released by him when he was still the primeval supreme!
Back then, as the primeval supreme, when Tan Yun was refining the death attribute primordial chaos divine sword Annihilation, it was precisely from his primordial power that he separated the death power and incorporated it into the primordial chaos divine sword.
Thus, as he felt the deathly aura surrounding him, Tan Yun felt a sense of intimacy!
"Silence!" After Dantai Xuanzhong turned back to quiet the crowd, he looked solemnly at the top ten disciples in the Holy Gate Ten Veins competition, including Tan Yun:
"What you see over there is the Divine Sword of the death attribute. However, due to no one being able to approach it for tens of thousands of years, the sands have gradually crystallized into the mountain body, covering the Divine Sword over time."
"Later, the disciples who enter the top ten will be allowed to enter the black mist formed by the deathly power one by one to approach the Divine Sword and seek its recognition."
"Moreover, you must remember that the deathly power enveloping the Divine Sword within a hundred miles is dozens of times more violent than the deathly power within our mortal bodies; its destructive force is immense! You must be extra cautious when you enter!"
Tan Yun, Tuoba Yingying, Feng Qingxin, Su Yuxiao, Si Ma Ling Rou, Jiang Yangcheng, Duan Feixiong, Bai Jianfeng, Huang Chang Gong, and Ding Yudie, all nodded in understanding.