The Great Tomb.
Xu Xingke stood in the center of the Great Tomb's third level, a cigarette between his lips.
A figure came speeding over.
The Sword Maiden.
"I've investigated the situation on the surface. Everything really has transformed into another world," the Sword Maiden said.
"What happened to the people who went out?" Xu Xingke asked.
"The moment they left the Great Tomb, they seemed to become different people. They remembered absolutely nothing from before and insisted they belonged to that world. They could even clearly describe their professions and experiences," the Sword Maiden said.
Xu Xingke blew a smoke ring and frowned.
"What a pain. An art beyond the Ninth Level of the Dharma Realm like this seems impossible to unravel."
Several powerful figures around him watched him.
But he looked into the void.
The Female Spell Spirit appeared from the void and said, "I once told Shen Ye something."
"Please go on," Xu Xingke said.
"You need to retrieve that art from the Great Tomb-the art specifically designed to target the Emperor Species back then."
"Have the Great Tomb pour immense power into it. That will be enough to protect you, and may even break the Spellcraft beyond the ninth level outside," the Female Spell Spirit said.
Cang Nanyan said from the side, "Looks like we'll have to keep exploring the Great Tomb... I wonder how Shen Ye is doing now."
"That kid will be fine. We might have to pick up the pace to catch up with him," Xu Xingke said languidly.
As long as everyone was alive, things were fine.
After all, the entire universe was being drawn toward the Black King, approaching him and being destroyed.
Countless civilizations had already perished.
Since everyone on their side was still alive, they would keep striving to