Ancient Realm
Wu Xuantian and Xiao Yan had come. Under the pressure from the Hun Clan, and because of his relationship with Xiao Yan, the two entered the Heavenly Tomb.
The Heavenly Tomb was shrouded in hazy mist. Loneliness and silence seemed to be the only themes of this world.
The hazy space suddenly twisted. Two figures stepped through the air and appeared. After glancing at the vaguely familiar surroundings, Xiao Yan could not help sighing softly. The last time he had come here, he had only possessed the strength of a Dou Zun. Now, however, he had already become one of the peak experts on this continent.
The two exchanged a glance before swiftly rushing toward the deepest part of the Heavenly Tomb. The Heavenly Tomb Astral Wind, which had seemed rather dangerous to Xiao Yan back then, posed not the slightest threat to him now.
The Heavenly Tomb was filled with countless Energy Bodies, among which there were no shortage of powerful existences. Yet even those beings could not help showing shock when they sensed the formidable pressure flying across the sky. They did not dare to act rashly and block the way, and could only watch helplessly as the two figures vanished into the distance in the blink of an eye.
In a chaotic-stone region deep within the Heavenly Tomb, a figure clad in blood-colored armor sat cross-legged atop a towering stone pillar. Beside him, a blood saber radiated a dense, bloody stench. Many Energy Bodies existed among the surrounding Stone Forest, but when they looked toward that blood-colored figure, their faces were filled with wariness, and none dared make a sound to disturb him.
"Hiss!"
There were many figures in the Stone Forest, but none made particularly loud noises. Thus, when the hurried sound of something