The One Who Wouldn't Leave
Just as Bi Fan was reeling in astonishment, a domineering aura suddenly appeared at the very center of the Seven-Colored High Platform.
The moment it appeared, it carried an overwhelming Kingly Aura, forcing the seven divine swords to bow their heads.
The seven divine swords had nearly acknowledged Bi Fan as their master, so he could clearly sense the fear their consciousnesses conveyed. It was like a child facing a terrifying, hulking adult.
The thunderclap just now, followed by this sudden aura, made Bi Fan realize that his arrival had probably awakened a terrifying existence.
He just didn't know what manner of awe-inspiring being could make the seven divine swords submit.
As Bi Fan stared in astonishment at the center of the seven platforms, a pitch-black, bottomless hole suddenly opened in the ground. From within it flew a gigantic sword.
The sword was black as ink from tip to hilt, its surface mottled with rust. It gave off just one impression: domineering power.
The sword itself stood as tall as a person and contained a terrifying aura. Countless years had passed, and its blade was already rusted and pitted, yet the aura it exuded—one that made all living things submit—still pressed down on anyone who felt it, leaving them breathless.
The moment it appeared, it locked its aura firmly onto Bi Fan.
Clearly, it admired him.
However, even though Bi Fan had earned its admiration, there was no chance it would acknowledge him as its master just like that. With its pride, even after lying dormant for countless years like a withered corpse in a tomb, waiting in this dead, silent hall, it had never chosen anyone as its master. It had even disdained to look at anyone who had entered over the years. Its