Intelligence on the Abyss Realm

Shen Fan stopped moving.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the hand gripping his wrist so tightly that its veins bulged.

The hand was trembling.

It was trembling with fear, and with the last trace of unwillingness.

"The Abyss Realm?"

Shen Fan repeated the term, his voice betraying no emotion.

But Shui Tian still caught the curiosity Shen Fan had shown.

Shui Tian saw a glimmer of hope. His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and his cracked lips moved as he spoke in a voice as hoarse as a broken bellows:

"Yes... the Abyss Realm."

"It's a chaotic battlefield where our Realm Sea borders the Abyss Ruins. I was planning to go there in search of a chance to advance further."

His explanation came out hurried and jumbled, as if he feared Shen Fan would lose patience at any moment and simply take his natal sacred weapon.

Shen Fan said nothing. He merely patted the back of Shui Tian's hand with his other hand.

The gesture was light, yet Shui Tian shuddered all over and let go as if he'd been shocked.

He didn't dare make another move that might offend Shen Fan.

Shen Fan withdrew the hand that had been about to take the ice-blue sword. Then he crouched in front of Shui Tian, perfectly at ease, and met his gaze.

"Let's hear it."

"If you tell me something good, your sacred weapon stays yours. If you don't, I won't mind adding another trophy to my collection!"

Shui Tian's heart pounded wildly. His fierce will to survive overpowered the agony wracking his body.

Daring not to conceal a thing, he poured out everything he knew like beans from a bamboo tube.

"The Abyss Realm... has always been a battlefield."

"Our Realm Sea and another terrifying domain called