"What do you intend to do?"
Qin Yang spoke.
"Though the Demon Land World has transformed into a world, it was once the Demon Land. I have some recollection of it. This Great Marsh was a Demon-Refining Great Marsh forged by the Primordial Era's Devil Master Wuhen..."
Broken Sword spoke directly. It had guided Qin Yang to flee in this direction for a reason.
When it had said there was a path to survival here, it had not been lying.
As an old antique that had drifted down from the Primordial Era, Broken Sword possessed no small amount of knowledge and experience.
"This is that Demon-Refining Great Marsh?" Qin Yang was doubtful. Though this place was dangerous, it did not seem perilous enough to be a death trap personally forged by a Devil Master of the Ancient Demon Sect.
Broken Sword scoffed. "What do you know! What is a Demon-Refining Great Marsh? Refining demons means refining them inside the marsh. The ground beneath your feet is merely the uppermost layer of space within the Great Marsh."
Before it could finish speaking.
A cold glint suddenly flashed through Qin Yang's eyes.
"Good, good, good! Treasures belong to those fated to possess them. Boy, hand over the treasure in your hand at once!"
Some cultivators would not enter this marsh shrouded in miasma, but those who did were mostly fugitives—or else they had other motives.
At that moment, several figures appeared ahead. They stood atop a wooden boat, crossing the water toward them.
"Well, well, boy, what luck! You actually obtained such a treasure?"
Qin Yang had not put away the Divine Seat Talisman in his hand. Though they had not recognized its origins at a glance as Broken Sword had, anyone with eyes could tell that it was a treasure.
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