Time slipped by. A month had passed since they set out from Qi Province, and they had traveled over ten million li, yet they still had not seen any sagewood.
One day, while Lin Fan and the others were traveling, a withered blade of grass on a crumbling rocky mountain began to glow, shooting out fierce sword qi.
In an instant, every sword beam cleaved heaven and earth, accompanied by chaos qi. They were immensely thick, as though illuminating eternity.
Lin Fan and Heavenly God Qingyang were startled and swiftly fled far away, but the sword light swept past them, shearing off entire swathes of mountain peaks.
Even more astonishing was the sky above-the true focus of the attack. Countless streams of sword qi blasted apart one great star after another, sending them crashing down.
"What kind of grass is that?"
The two exchanged looks, their hearts pounding. Had they failed to dodge in time, the shock waves alone would have reduced them to ash.
"Perhaps some kind of immortal grass, picked by a mighty figure and refined into a supreme treasure of slaughter, then left behind here," Heavenly God Qingyang speculated.
Lin Fan's eyes blazed. He wanted to restrain that withered blade of grass, having discovered that its sword intent was remarkably similar to the Grass Character Sword Art.
"Little brother, what are you doing? Have you got a death wish?" Heavenly God Qingyang was dumbfounded. He hurriedly tried to stop him, wrapping his arms around his waist.
At the same time, a chill ran through him from head to toe. That was power capable of killing a Cult Master! You may want to die, but I certainly don't!
"Relax. I'm only going to try with a Chaos Magical Artifact. I won't actually go fetch it myself."
As Lin