The light and shadows around him began to twist and warp violently, folding in on themselves as though he had fallen into a bizarre, surreal vortex.
That pitch-black demonic radiance skimmed past the edge of his blurred silhouette, flashed away, and blasted into the cave wall behind him.
"Sizzle—!"
There was no earth-shaking boom, only a faint, grating sound of corrosion.
The cave wall was incomparably hard, strong enough to withstand the full-force strike of a God King expert.
Yet the instant it came into contact with the black radiance, it rapidly melted away like snow beneath the blazing sun.
A tiny, bottomless black hole appeared in an instant, radiating a heart-pounding aura of destruction.
The surrounding Demonic Qi was swallowed up completely.
Meanwhile, Yang Lingtian's figure vanished entirely into the terrifying cave, enveloped by ripples in space.
Light and shadows flashed, and the stars seemed to shift.
When Yang Lingtian's sight and perception returned, he was already in a completely different environment.
It was a room arranged in a rather simple yet elegant style.
The room was not large, only about ten zhang across, and its furnishings were extremely sparse.
There was a wooden table, several wooden chairs, and a display shelf holding a few seemingly ordinary jade artifacts and antiques.
The air was filled with the faint fragrance of sandalwood, along with a trace of medicinal herbs that came and went.
This was precisely the residence of Elder Gu Xuantong, the seemingly kind and amiable elder of the Xuanba Sword Sect.
At this moment, Gu Xuantong was sitting upright in a grand chair, holding a steaming cup of fragrant tea in his hands. He appeared to be resting with his eyes closed.
When the figure of "Liu Ruyan," disguised by Yang Lingtian, abruptly appeared in the center of