Undercurrents stirred

He could clearly sense that the boy's sword intent was extremely formidable, even slightly superior to his own.

Moreover, he vaguely sensed that the boy's strength was no less than his own! Perhaps even greater! Wariness rose in his heart.

"Oh, what terrifying sword intent this boy has! I wonder which sect he belongs to!"

Liu Yixue exclaimed. She was skilled with the sword herself, so she could clearly sense the sword intent emanating from Di Chen.

"Eighth junior brother, who is this boy?

"How does he possess such keen sword intent?" Qin Lan asked after a moment of contemplation.

"Oh, this young brother was invited here by the sect master," Zhang Yu replied.

"The sect master?" A peculiar look appeared between Xu Hao's brows. What qualifications or abilities did this boy possess to make the sect master go to such lengths to recruit him?

His gaze flickered, but he asked no further questions.

Seeing his senior brothers' confusion, Zhang Yu recounted the events in the Heavenly Moon Dao Domain in detail. After hearing him out, Xu Hao and the other two fell into thought.

"A Great Saint? Slaying an Emperor? In his teens? ...Junior brother, do you think we believe that? Hahaha..." Qin Lan was the first to come back to his senses and burst out laughing.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. The news will spread soon enough," Zhang Yu said with a cold snort.

"Yes, yes, yes, you're right, junior brother. We all believe you, hahaha." They all laughed.

"But this boy really is quite good. Once he comes out of seclusion, I'll have to spar with him. I'm off."

Xu Hao patted Zhang Yu on the shoulder. "Junior brother, we really do believe you."

With that, the three left.

Zhang Yu rubbed his nose and smiled helplessly before leaving as well.

Before the Sword Stele, Di Chen remained entirely unaware of everything

outside, his entire mind already immersed in gaining insights.

Scene after scene, image after image, and trajectory after trajectory replayed constantly in his mind, and his heart gradually grew tranquil.

Wisps of insight surfaced of their own accord, forming images in his mind. One scene after another appeared within it.

Suddenly, two brilliant gleams shot from Di Chen's eyes. He seemed to have grasped something, yet he could not fathom what exactly it was.

Di Chen sighed softly and settled into stillness once more, slowly refining the Sword Qi within the Sword Stele. What he needed to do was familiarize himself with this sword intent as much as possible, then integrate it completely.

In the mountains behind the Misty Rain Pavilion headquarters...

A woman sat cross-legged inside an ancient, timeworn cave abode. She wore magnificent purple robes, and her features were exquisitely beautiful. At that moment, she opened her lovely eyes, her gaze shifting as a terrifying presence erupted from her body, instantly sweeping through the entire abode and shaking the surrounding void! She was none other than Fang Qingya.

"Damn it, that black man from the Foreign Domain really was uncanny. Although that divine ability was broken, it still remained within my soul." This infuriated her! Whenever it flared up, her temperament would turn vicious, and later she would slowly become a bloodthirsty killer.

Damn it...

Fang Qingya clenched her fists, her beautiful face icy. She had underestimated how terrifying that black man from the Foreign Domain was in the battle back then. Even she had fallen victim to his attack!

"No... I must find a way to purge that divine ability! Otherwise, sooner or later, I'll become a bloodthirsty, cruel person!" Fang Qingya's delicate brows knitted slightly. Solemn concern appeared on her peerlessly beautiful face. She had to find a way to purge the divine ability!

Meanwhile, elsewhere...

Inside a palace in the Primordial Chaos Holy Land in the southern Immortal Domain, a black-clad youth stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky. Stars formed and perished within his eyes, and he radiated a terrifying pressure, like a demonic god! Wisps of primordial chaos Qi coiled around him, lending him an unfathomable air of mystery.

"I'll give you one more chance to choose your words and repeat everything from the beginning. Someone with Great Saint cultivation instantly killed a Quasi-Emperor? Do you think I believe that?" the black-clad youth said coldly.

A burly man knelt in the hall, trembling all over. He stammered, "Young master, every word your subordinate said is true!"

"Are you certain?" the black-clad youth asked with a frown.

"Your subordinate can guarantee it with his life. Someone recorded that battle with an image-recording stone!" the man said through gritted teeth.

Upon hearing this, the black-clad youth said, "Retrieve that recording at once! And investigate exactly who that mysterious boy is!"

"Yes! Your subordinate will see to it immediately." The burly man bowed respectfully.

With that, he withdrew from the palace and left!

"Interesting, interesting," the black-clad youth murmured, narrowing his eyes. He extended a hand and gently closed it. Instantly, the heavens fell and the earth split, and the entire palace collapsed with a thunderous crash, reduced to ashes!

Within his eyes, there seemed to lie a dazzling star, with boundless power gathering and gestating within it...

Meanwhile, in the center of the Immortal Domain...

An enormous city towered over the land. At its center stood a magnificent pavilion bearing the words "Heavenly Secrets Pavilion." Those words seemed to contain the profound mysteries of heaven's secrets, giving off a wondrous feeling.

Deep within the pavilion, three old men sat cross-legged. A vast, ancient presence suffused their bodies, as though they had lived through endless ages, and an incomparably terrifying aura spread.

The three old men seemed to sense something. They opened their eyes in unison and looked into the distance. Their eyes shone with wisdom and the vicissitudes of time.

"I wonder whether that monstrous prodigy has any connection to the person who caused the upheaval in heaven and earth thirteen years ago," an old man in green robes said gravely.

"Won't a divination make it clear?" another old man said.

"Eldest brother, do you agree?" The two looked toward the old man resting beside them with his eyes closed.

"Go ahead," their eldest brother said mildly.

The three old men exchanged glances, then began circulating their divine sense.

Hum-

In an instant, three incomparably vast streams of divine sense surged into the clouds and pierced the nine heavens!

Inside the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's great hall, a middle-aged man abruptly rose to his feet, shock flashing in his eyes. "The three ancestors have actually awakened."

Countless exceedingly intricate runes emanated from the three old men's bodies. Their eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Before long, they opened their eyes, a trace of horror within them. "A supreme mighty figure has actually concealed his heavenly secrets!" the green-robed old man exclaimed in shock.

All they could glimpse was a stretch of chaos. They could see nothing at all. Even the boy's face was blurred.

"I refuse to believe that, with the three of us joining forces, there is still an existence we cannot divine!" Boundless divine radiance immediately erupted from the three of them. Intricate, obscure divine patterns appeared in the void.

"Reveal yourself!" An aged voice rang out, and silvery-white threads emerged from the void, pointing straight toward that chaos.

Hum-

An image suddenly appeared in the void.

It showed a desolate cave. Deep within it lay rows of decaying wooden coffins. Their outer casings were covered in all manner of restrictions and seals, seemingly to prevent others from entering and disturbing the rest of those within.

"This is...?" The green-robed old man frowned. All three stared, dumbfounded!

For many incomparably complex symbols were carved into the coffins, each containing the fundamental truths of heaven and earth.

"Scram! Mere ants dare presume to spy on me!" An icy voice rang out from within a coffin, and the image instantly shattered.