Sword Immortal and Ghost Deity

"Leave. The Immortal Tomb is not something mortals like you can covet."

The Sword Master looked down at the enormous pit below and spoke in an unquestionable tone. He meant well for the cultivators present, but it had the opposite effect.

At once, the cultivators erupted into furious curses.

"Why?"

"Who the hell are you? You show up and tell us to leave?"

"Are you from the Heavenly Court? Why are you acting so high and mighty?"

"That tone is way too pretentious..."

"Who is this guy... He's freaking full of himself..."

Relying on their numbers, the cultivators were not intimidated. Tens of thousands cursed at once, as though they intended to drown the Sword Master in spit.

"Father, who is he? He looks incredibly powerful," Chang Qianqian asked Chang Tianyou, her beautiful eyes filled with curiosity as she looked at the Sword Master.

The Sword Master was the sort of person who radiated brilliance and possessed an overwhelming presence. Simply hovering in the air, he was impossible to ignore.

"I don't know him. He must have a formidable background," Chang Tianyou said with a frown, unease rising in his heart.

He suddenly felt that coming to the Immortal Tomb this time might have been a mistake.

"Hmph!"

The Sword Master snorted coldly. Everyone felt their blood and qi surge, and none of them dared speak again. One after another, they looked up at him in terror.

Just then, a terrifying suction force suddenly erupted from within the giant pit. The cultivators closest to it were sucked straight inside.

"Ahhh—"

"Save me!"

"What's happening?"

The cultivators being dragged in desperately tried to fly upward, but it was futile. The other tens of thousands of cultivators retreated in panic, afraid they too would be pulled inside.

In the blink of an