"Fellow Daoist Yusheng, waste no more time. I shall help you recover your past!"
The might of dusk pierced the Starry River, and the Immortal Tribulation Sword's light towered above the nine heavens!
The Immortal Tribulation Sword Art, acclaimed as one of the three greatest sword arts of all time during the Immortal Ancient Era, had long since evolved to an unfathomable level in Yuangeng's hands. As the golden sword silhouette slashed down, even the Netherworld Venerable struggled to withstand it.
He tried to meet that boundless sword light head-on with the ultimate power of Nine Secrets: Qian. Unfortunately, the gulf between him and Yuangeng was simply too great at this stage. The instant the immortal brilliance of his Primordial Spirit collided with the sword light, the Netherworld Venerable was hurled helplessly away. He spat another mouthful of Dao Blood into the void and smashed his ancient hall to pieces.
Fortunately, the Netherworld Venerable's body, tempered with Dao laws for countless years, was extraordinary as well. Even after taking a lifetime's Immortal Tribulation Dao Sword head-on, he merely spat out a mouthful of blood. He rolled through the void and scrambled back up, still as lively as a dragon or tiger.
"I was born in the Chaotic Ancient Era. There should be no past before that."
After their brief exchange, the Netherworld Venerable had already realized how formidable this Burial Emperor was. He had, in fact, retained many memories of the Chaotic Ancient Era and knew a great deal about it. He did not accept Yuangeng's claim that he had sealed his own memories.
"Is that so? Then do you remember your teacher? Do you remember-Desolate?" Yuangeng did not attack again. Instead, he dispersed the Immortal Tribulation Dao Sword and posed two questions to the Netherworld Venerable.
"My teacher? And