"Damn it! There's no time! There really isn't any time left!"
Xiao Yang's heart sank to the bottom.
He was practically burning his own divine power to perform spatial jumps!
Each flicker covered tens of thousands of miles!
Lin Feng, whom he held in his hand, had long since rolled his eyes back, foamed at the mouth, and completely passed out.
Xiao Yang could not be bothered with him.
Right now, there was only one thought in his mind!
Reach the Immortal Slaying Sword Tomb!
He had to get there before the seal completely collapsed!
Finally!
On the morning of the eighth day.
As the first faint ray of sunlight illuminated this ruined land.
Xiao Yang appeared in the far west of the Immortal Demon Battlefield.
He stopped, hovering in midair, his gaze solemn as he looked at the terrifying forbidden land ahead that made even his soul tremble!
The Immortal Slaying Sword Tomb!
They had arrived!
As far as the eye could see lay a graveyard of swords with no end in sight!
Within a radius of ten thousand miles, the ground, mountains, and abyssal ravines were densely packed with all manner of broken ancient swords!
Some swords were as enormous as mountains, piercing straight into the clouds!
Some were as thin as cow hairs, hidden within cracks in the rocks!
Some swords burned from end to end with unquenchable flames!
Some were wrapped in ice that had never melted since ancient times!
Every sword emitted an entirely different Dao aura and incomparably sharp Sword Intent!
Those swords were no ordinary weapons!
They were eternal sword souls formed when countless powerful Sword Cultivators from the previous era, before their deaths, poured all their lifelong cultivation, all their insights into the sword, and all their unyielding Battle Intent into them!