Martial Master

“Who is speaking?”

Mie Xing Venerable said in a low voice, staring into the abyss below. The black mist was thick and obscured any discernible details.

At this moment, everyone felt a chill down their spine, as if their souls were about to explode, anxiously gazing downwards.

“This voice…” Inside the Qiankun Transformation Jade Disc, the Eternal Sword Master revealed an excited expression, because he felt that this voice was very familiar. Although it carried a sense of decay, it resonated with his soul, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

Qin Chen was also shocked. Who was speaking? Could it be a top expert from the ancient Tongtian Sword Pavilion?

This was impossible.

The Tongtian Sword Pavilion had perished many years ago; its history was too long, and time had taken its toll. Even the strongest individuals should have fallen by now. Additionally, a great battle had occurred here back then, and no one should have survived. Otherwise, this Sword Tomb wouldn't have remained silent for so many years.

But if it wasn't an ancient expert from the Tongtian Sword Pavilion, who could it be?

At the very least, ordinary strong individuals couldn't enter this abyss; even Venerables were unable to do so.

Thinking that beneath this abyss lurked such a terrifying expert, Qin Chen felt his scalp tingle.

Mie Xing Venerable and the others were equally unsettled.

“Who are you?”

Ye Guang Venerable spoke solemnly, and several Venerables became vigilant, their Venerable powers surging. It was simply unbelievable that there were living beings in the depths of the Tongtian Sword Pavilion's Sword Tomb.

They communicated cautiously and learned that they were the earliest experts to enter this place. No one else had come before them, so the one speaking here must be an expert already present within the Sword Tomb.

They just didn't know if the other party was a person from the ancient Tongtian Sword Pavilion, buried here billions of years ago, or someone who entered during a certain period when the Sword Tomb had been opened.

Buzz!

Zhuge Rulong's eyes sparkled with the light of destiny as he quietly performed calculations. However, just as he began to grasp the aura of this destiny, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and stumbled back in horror.

He was met with a backlash; merely deducing had caused him to suffer a counterattack. An aura of decay and desolation enveloped him, bringing a fatal threat of death.

He sensed that the other party was extremely old and decayed, having entered the final stages of decline, even with one foot already in the coffin. It was a being waiting in eternal slumber for the moment of final death.

Moreover, there were no traces of the other party's life in the river of destiny; they should have died long ago, yet they spoke, sending chills down his spine.

“The power of destiny…” The voice echoed again, tinged with regret: “Unfortunately, it's merely the surface; you haven't grasped the essence. You are not a direct descendant of the Tiangong Sect. Could it be you are a discarded disciple expelled from the Tiangong Sect?

Destiny is vast and boundless, unpredictable. Even the ancient Tiangong Sect's Elder Tiangong did not dare to claim true mastery over destiny, holding it in reverence. You have merely grasped the surface of destiny and yet dare to fiddle with it; how lamentable!”

This whisper resonated in Zhuge Rulong's mind, conveying a message that shocked everyone.

Elder Tiangong?

That was the founder of the ancient Tiangong Sect and the true master of destiny, yet this person spoke so directly! Who did they think they were?

“Stop playing tricks; who exactly are you?”

Mie Xing Venerable shouted angrily. Boom!

Before him, a pitch-black star floated, bursting with terrifying star-killing intent, crashing into the mist below. Instantly, the mist stirred, and the dreadful star-killing intent was immediately extinguished by endless sword intent. A terrifying force rebounded, causing Mie Xing Venerable to grunt, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.