Open!
Amid the roar of the Ten Directions Great Venerable, countless cracks bloomed across the high platform binding him, and the bloody eye distorted before collapsing with a deafening crash.
When the Senluo Underworld God Prohibition was at its peak, it truly possessed the power to slay immortals and buddhas. Yet having weathered the edge of the Ghost Slaying Saber twice, the Ten Directions Great Venerable had discovered that this place could no longer trap him.
Freed from the restraint, the Ten Directions Great Venerable hovered high in the void as his pitch-black sleeves billowed and fluttered. At this moment, a sense of relief washed over him as well. When the God Slaying Saber had first manifested, he had feared another twist of fate, but unexpected to him, the blade's edge had inexplicably pointed toward that Solitary Hell.
That was fine as well, saving him a troublesome chore.
His emotions were slightly elated, manifesting outwardly as a glimmer within his dim, ash-colored pupils.
In contrast, Black Robe remained utterly silent. Though still clamped by the high platform with the Ghost Slaying Saber standing right before his eyes, he did not care in the least. He merely twisted his neck to look toward the other side, where Zhai Que'er was observing the Ten Directions Great Venerable's emotional fluctuations with keen interest.
On the platform adjacent to her, Elder Long—a man a size thinner and smaller than ordinary folk—lowered his brows, having not uttered a single word from beginning to start. Black Robe harbored quite a bit of wariness toward this fellow. Seeing this, he temporarily suppressed the restlessness in his heart: Let's wait a little longer.
At this time, Zhai Que'er took the initiative to speak, "Elder Shi Fang, the treasure you spoke of is right here?"
With his fine mood