Seven days!
Xiao Yang's heart clenched.
There were only seven days left!
"Seven days from now, the Heavenly Gate will open wide, and the entrance to the Immortal Demon Battlefield will fully appear in this world."
"When that happens, it won't just be the old monsters from our Five Regions. Terrifying beings from other worlds and planes will also follow the aura of the Heavenly Gate's opening and descend here!"
"Because entering the Immortal Demon Battlefield means having a chance to obtain the inheritances and supreme treasures left behind by the Immortal Kings and Immortal Emperors who perished in the ultimate battle of antiquity!"
"Immortality and ascension to immortality will no longer be dreams!"
"And the key to all this..."
At this, the Nameless Old Man looked again at the Immortal Slaying Sword in Xiao Yang's hand.
"Is you—and the sword in your hand."
"Only the one who wields the Immortal Slaying Sword can truly open the core region of the Immortal Demon Battlefield. And only you can withstand the resentment and Aura of Slaughter formed by the countless immortals and demons who fell there."
"So, seven days from now, you will become the common target of every powerful being in the Myriad Worlds!"
"They'll come at you like mad dogs, doing whatever it takes to snatch the sword from you—or control you and force you to open the door to the treasure for them."
The Nameless Old Man's words were like one mountain after another, bearing down on Xiao Yang's heart.
Only now did he finally understand the terrifying predicament he was about to face.
The Heavenly Dao was watching him from the front, eager to erase him.
Behind him, hungry wolves from the Myriad Worlds were ready to devour him.
This was nothing less than a hopeless dead