Thousand Martial Hall, Lava World.
Utter silence!
The world that had once teemed with roars and flames now held nothing but solidified dark-red rock, while the air still carried the lingering stench of sulfur and char.
Every Lava Giant Beast, from ordinary True King-level creatures to those at the very peak of the True Ancestor level, had become nourishment for the spear in Shen Fan's hand.
Silver Dragon Spear.
At that moment, the spear floated quietly before Shen Fan.
Its shaft was no longer pure silver. Fine crimson veins spread across it like the blood vessels of a living creature, pulsing faintly as they gave off a terrifying aura that made one's heart tremble.
At the tip, a speck of dark-golden light flickered unsteadily, as if it contained a lava world on the verge of eruption.
Shen Fan could feel that the Silver Dragon Spear had "eaten its fill."
The energy and the essence of the laws it had devoured had reached a critical point. It needed only some time to settle and fully digest them.
Then it would complete its advancement!
Continuing to devour would do more harm than good.
So it was time to leave.
With a thought, he clasped the Martial Token in his hand.
He activated the token, and Shen Fan's figure gradually vanished from Thousand Martial Hall.
After returning to the Realm Sea, Shen Fan checked his bearings. Once he had confirmed he wasn't near any dangerous forbidden zones, he looked toward the boundless depths of the Realm Sea.
There, a special coordinate was giving off a faint but unmistakable pull.
It was the Abyss Realm.
Shen Fan didn't know how cultivators of other ranks entered the Abyss Realm, but he could sense that, as long as he wished, he could tear through space and