A Broken Sword!

From a distance, the landmass, while incomparable to the Sea of Chaos, was still remarkably vast—its area roughly equivalent to the Blue Star he knew from his past life.

Lin Tian's figure flickered, shooting forward like a meteor.

As he neared the land, what met his eyes made him frown slightly.

The ground was riddled with craters and ravines of all sizes and depths, as if it had been violently battered by countless immense forces.

Scattered across the surface were fragments of buildings; there had once been many structures here, but now only broken walls and rubble remained, a scene of utter devastation.

The entire landscape was desolate and ruined, devoid of any trace of life.

"Could it be that this place was also left behind after the Primordial Chaos Shattered?" Lin Tian mused silently, his eyes filled with confusion.

This situation was somewhat similar to what he had encountered before in the Sea of Chaos.

Was it also a battlefield left over from their ancient wars?

He began to cautiously explore this barren land, searching in every direction.

An extremely ancient aura permeated the entire continent, as if it had weathered the vicissitudes of endless ages.

From the Primordial Chaos Shattered to the current Chaos Era, who knew how many epochs had passed.

Every inch of soil, every rock seemed to bear the weight of profound historical memories, exuding a simple yet mysterious charm.

Lin Tian held his breath and focused, carefully sensing everything around him.

However, after a thorough investigation, he found no signs of any living beings on this continent.

"After so many epochs, they've probably long since perished."

After a moment's hesitation, Lin Tian slowly lowered his altitude and finally landed gently on the continent.

"A sudden surge of inexplicable energy, a feeling of sorrow."

Perhaps influenced by the continent itself, Lin Tian felt a pang of grief.

Wherever his gaze fell, there were shocking traces of battle.

Broken weapons lay scattered everywhere, still bearing mottled bloodstains and rust.

The scorched black earth was covered in deep and shallow footprints and scratches, as if telling the tale of the fierce fighting.

At the edges of some massive pits, faint traces of energy explosions could still be seen...

"It seems a world-shaking battle must have erupted here before," Lin Tian sighed softly, murmuring to himself.

But as to what caused that great war, or which forces and figures were involved, he had no idea.

Lin Tian reached out his hand, slowly approaching those incomplete weapons.

The moment his fingertips touched the weapons, a strange power quietly stirred.

Just like what he had experienced earlier in the Sea of Chaos.

The moment they made contact with Lin Tian's fingers, these broken weapons turned into a pile of ash, scattering in the wind.

"What a pity! Such fine materials, wasted for nothing.

If I could have obtained even a portion of them, the Spiritual Treasures in my hands could probably have been upgraded by at least one grade."

Lin Tian gazed at the dissipating weapons, his face full of regret.

The Primordial Chaos Purple Lotus and Primordial Chaos Supreme Cauldron he possessed were once world-shaking Primordial Chaos treasures.

And now, here he had discovered rare materials, their quality at least at the Primordial Chaos level.

If he could acquire a little and carefully refine them into those two treasures, Lin Tian thought, their grades would surely improve.

Though filled with regret, Lin Tian quickly adjusted his mindset and became optimistic again.

After all, things in this world rarely go as one wishes; as the saying goes, nothing can be forced—what is yours will eventually be yours, and what isn't, holding on is useless.

But as long as he maintained a positive attitude and kept exploring and striving forward, he believed that one day, his opportunity would come.

Lin Tian composed himself and continued to explore the continent.

An unknown amount of time passed.

To his disappointment, after a long search, Lin Tian still found nothing.

On this continent, not to mention precious Spiritual Treasures, not even a trace of a spiritual root appeared.

"Sigh! Why is my luck so terrible? Such a huge place, and I can't find a single treasure."

Lin Tian muttered gloomily to himself, his gaze involuntarily falling on the solid ground beneath his feet.

Just then, an absurd thought suddenly struck him: if his guess was correct, this continent should also be a remnant from the Primordial Chaos era.

Then it was also a product of that era—why not refine this entire continent into a treasure?

Just as Lin Tian thought this idea might be feasible, a strange fluctuation appeared.

"Hmm?"

Following that surge of power, Lin Tian quickly traced it to its source.

A small hill.

A cluster of light suddenly appeared atop it, flickering on and off.

"What is that?"

Lin Tian dared not relax; mana surged within his body as he stood on high alert.

If anything seemed amiss, he would strike without hesitation.

After a moment.

The light slowly dissipated.

Revealing what lay within.

It was actually a broken sword!

The blade floated in the air, its hilt exquisitely carved, radiating a mysterious and ancient aura.

Yet what drew the eye most was the blade itself—though only four fingers in length, it exuded a sharpness and dominance.

Looking closer, traces of Sha Qi still clung to the sword's body, coiling around it like wisps of smoke, lending the whole weapon a sinister air.

Even so, the divine radiance emanating from the blade remained dazzling, as brilliant as the brightest star in the night sky.

This incomplete sword simply floated there, but the divine glow surrounding it showed no sign of fading.

That radiance seemed almost alive, pulsing and flickering gently, as if telling the world of its former glory and extraordinary nature.

Lin Tian's eyes widened as he stared at the broken sword in utter disbelief.

He cautiously approached, reached out a finger, and lightly touched the blade. Instantly, he felt a powerful force surge through his fingertip into his body.

Startled, Lin Tian quickly withdrew his hand and began to carefully sense that energy.

After a thorough investigation, Lin Tian was astonished to discover that although this sword was broken, the aura it emitted was even stronger than that of a Chaos Supreme Treasure!

This shocking revelation left him breathless, his breathing growing rapid.

"Is it a Primordial Chaos Spiritual Treasure?"

Even in its damaged state, the aura radiating from this sword was still extraordinary!

Just then.

A crimson light suddenly appeared on the hilt!

A faint figure slowly materialized!

Lin Tian focused his gaze and could make out its form!

An old man with a white beard, clad in an ornate robe, exuding an overbearing presence in every gesture!

Even as a mere remnant soul, he was still immensely imposing!

"Haha! This Seat, Ling Daozi, is not fated to die! Dao Tian, Luo Li, you never expected this, did you!"

The phantom laughed uproariously at the sky, pouring out the resentment in his heart.

Lin Tian's expression turned grim, for he had heard familiar names!

This was the end!