After he finished speaking, the Nameless Old Man didn't linger. His figure blurred, and just as silently as he had appeared, he melted into the void and vanished.
It was as if he had never been there at all.
Only Xiao Yang remained, holding the Immortal Slaying Sword and the Heavenly Secrets Disk as he stood quietly atop the vast ruins, his heart still unsettled.
The Immortal Slaying Sword Tomb.
The burial ground of the sword masters of every generation.
The Nine Revolutions Soul Returning Flower.
He knew he had no choice.
For Hongye, forget the Immortal Slaying Sword Tomb—even if it were true hell, he still had to brave it!
Seven days!
He had only seven days to prepare!
Within those seven days, he had to get himself into peak condition!
At the same time, he had to meet up with his father and the others, tell them everything that had happened here, and make sure they were fully prepared.
With that thought, Xiao Yang didn't hesitate for another moment.
He fixed his gaze on the direction his father and the others had gone, and was about to tear through the void and catch up to them.
But just then,
his divine sense jolted again!
An aura far more terrifying, frigid, and ominous than the Nameless Old Man's arrival surged awake without warning, slowly stirring from the distant Northern Plains!
Mixed into that aura was a scent he knew all too well, one that was etched into his very bones—
Death Qi!
The very same Death Qi as that of the Primordial Burial Master he had slain!
No!
This Death Qi was a thousand times, ten thousand times more concentrated than the Primordial Burial Master's!
It was also far more ancient, far purer, as if it came from the