Heavenly Tomb Cultivation

Above the land shrouded in heavy mist, specks of fluorescent light drifted like stardust. As far as the eye could see, the entire world was wrapped in a dense, lifeless silence. Even the wind seemed frozen, with not the slightest trace of life to be found.

"Bang!"

No one knew how long that deathly stillness had lasted when a low whistle of something cutting through the air suddenly pierced the fog, mixed with a brief, muffled shout that carried far through the cold, damp mist.

Looking toward the sound, two overlapping figures could only vaguely be made out deep within the fog, appearing and vanishing in the haze.

"Screech..."

As the view drew closer, it became clear that more than a dozen entirely illusory figures floated around one of them.

Their eyes were hollow as the abyss, yet their movements showed no hesitation. Every pounce carried a fierce gale.

Though they were merely bodies formed from energy, their speed and strength were not to be underestimated. The surging energy released during their assaults shattered boulders half a man's height into pieces, sending rubble rolling down through the mist.

Xiao Yan gripped the hilt of the Heavy Black Ruler with both hands. Its weight pressed against his palms, yet it had become his only support at this moment.

Elder Yao had entrusted this Heavy Black Ruler to Xiao Ling to personally deliver to Xiao Yan during Xiao Yan's last trip to Starfall Pavilion. Seeing that Xiao Yan had actually brought Xiao Ling news concerning the Heavenly Flames, Elder Yao had acted on a sudden whim.

Just as the Energy Bodies charged at him again, Xiao Yan violently twisted his waist and swept the Heavy Black Ruler sideways with a howling gust. With a muffled "Bang," he knocked the two Energy Bodies