Where Do You Think You're Running?

Ling Xiao suddenly spoke.

Gu Sheng glanced sideways at him.

"You're quite calm."

The corners of Ling Xiao's lips lifted slightly.

"Because I can guarantee that you'll reach the depths safely."

Gu Sheng raised a brow.

"Oh? So confident?"

"Why not try and find out?"

Ling Xiao did not answer. He turned and darted toward the depths of Ten Thousand Ghosts Ridge.

Gu Sheng followed close behind.

As they traveled, they discovered that most areas had already become ruins, making passage much easier.

Strangely, they encountered no danger whatsoever, while screams and explosions continuously rang out behind them.

Clearly, the other cultivators were not so fortunate.

"What did you do?"

Gu Sheng could not help asking.

Without looking back, Ling Xiao said,

"Secret."

Gu Sheng snorted and asked no further.

Before long, Ling Xiao stopped.

"We're here."

Ahead, Yin Qi was so dense it seemed tangible. Ghostly blue flames drifted through the air, and faint, shrill ghostly howls could be heard, clearly concealing lethal danger.

Farther within, a sapphire-blue spirit sword floated in the air. Countless streams of blue sword qi coiled around its blade, moving like the body of a divine dragon.

Phantoms of the sun and moon encircled its hilt, radiating the laws of ultimate Yang and ultimate Yin. It continuously absorbed the Yin Yang Qi between heaven and earth, making its sword intent ever more powerful.

"This is that sword?"

Gu Sheng's eyes burned with desire.

"What do you think? Tempted?"

Ling Xiao asked with a smile.

Gu Sheng examined it carefully and noticed several faint cracks on the blade. They were not obvious, but they were undeniably there.

"This sword is damaged?"

"Mm."

Ling Xiao nodded.

"I'd guess it was a spirit artifact used by the deity who fell here. It suffered severe damage, its spirituality