Tian Can felt like his entire worldview was about to shatter.
While others couldn't identify the massive demonic beast's leg, he could confirm with absolute certainty that it belonged to a beast with the ancient phoenix bloodline!
Because he had seen it before!
In his early years, when he had just broken through to the Elemental Infant stage, full of ambition, he decided to leave the Middle Lands and venture into the terrifying Sea of Calamity.
As soon as he arrived at the Sea of Calamity, he witnessed the "Dragon-Phoenix Struggle."
Although it was just a battle between beasts with the ancient dragon and phoenix bloodlines, the scene of changing the heavens and earth, burning mountains, and boiling seas was something he still remembered vividly.
Without a doubt, the massive beast leg on the ground was almost identical to the beast with the ancient phoenix bloodline he had seen before.
Tian Can even felt that the beast leg was from the very same beast he had once witnessed.
Just witnessing that terrifying battle once had completely extinguished his desire to venture into the Sea of Calamity. Now, the beast that had shattered his Dao heart lay dead here.
And it had been eaten by a group of half-demons?
How terrifying had the Great Emperor Zhetian become?
He seemed to have a special interest in Luo Qingyi. Could he be planning to take her as a disciple?
Or was he after Luo Qingyi's Dao Bones?
Hiss, would a cultivator of that level really care about Dao Bones?
Tian Can felt like his head was about to explode.
"Tian Can, how are things on your side?"
A voice suddenly rang in Tian Can's mind; it was the Sect Master.
"The situation, the situation is a bit complicated... the Seventh Elder is dead."
"What! Tian Can, did you break through again?"
No, you don't think I killed him, do you?
Tian Can smiled bitterly. He didn't even know how long he could survive, given that such a powerful being must have noticed him.
Since that being knew of him but hadn't called him out, what did that imply?
Tian Can didn't know, and he didn't dare to speculate on that being's intentions, nor did he dare to mention it to the Sect Master.
"Sect Master, you should give up on Luo Qingyi. Don't come to the Great Wildlands anymore; there's great terror here."
Luo Wuwen was stunned.
What did he mean by great terror?
From Tian Can's words, it seemed even he dared not speak the name of this great terror?
The communication technique was cut off, leaving Luo Wuwen stunned once more.
What had Tian Can seen in the Great Wildlands that he didn't dare to speak of directly?
Thinking of this, Luo Wuwen could no longer sit still. He hurried to the deepest part of the Dao Xuan Sect, in front of a large pool in an underground den.
Above the pool, an ancient Flying Sword hovered, emitting a faint cold light.
Seeing the Flying Sword, Luo Wuwen immediately knelt down.
"Senior Cangwu, I know you refuse to get involved in the Dao Xuan Sect's disputes, but I just want to ask, what exactly happened in the Great Wildlands?"
The Flying Sword slowly rotated, making no sound.
Seeing this, Luo Wuwen spoke bitterly:
"I'm nominally the Sect Master of the Dao Xuan Sect. Do I not even have the right to ask questions?"
Even though the Dao Xuan Sect was divided in governance, the title of Sect Master still rested on his shoulders.
The Flying Sword stopped rotating and slowly turned horizontally, as a phantom appeared above it.
It was a girl of about twelve or thirteen, dressed in attire that was completely out of place in this era.
Seeing the phantom appear, the Sect Master became even more respectful.
"...I can take a look for you."
With that, the girl closed her eyes.
Luo Wuwen dared not make a sound.
The Dao Xuan Sect was in a critical moment, with Liu Yang trying to split the sect from within, and the various sects of the Middle Lands behaving strangely, often visiting the Dao Xuan Sect to meet with Liu Yang.
Luo Qingyi's Dao Bones were crucial.
If he could obtain them, he could quickly stabilize the sect.
If they fell into Liu Yang's hands, the Dao Xuan Sect would undoubtedly split.
Unfortunately, with the internal and external balance of the Dao Xuan Sect, there were too few people who could be sent out.
The Cangwu Sword was the sword of the founding ancestor of the Dao Xuan Sect. After the ancestor's fall, the Cangwu Sword remained in the sect, only acting when the sect faced an external crisis that threatened its survival.
Unfortunately, if the sect split from within, the Cangwu Sword would consider it an internal matter and would not intervene.
The Cangwu Sword emitted a clear hum, and everything around it appeared in its consciousness.
The Sword Spirit's divine sense crossed the Middle Lands and arrived in the Great Wildlands.
The place was in ruins, the ground seemingly turned upside down.
The Sword Spirit followed the aura, ascending higher and deeper...
Suddenly, a terrifying golden giant hand descended from the sky, its boundless pressure instantly shattering the Sword Spirit.
"Buzz buzz..."
In the underground den, the Cangwu Sword began to tremble violently, and the Sect Master quickly looked over, only to see the sword's body instantly covered in cracks. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
The little girl appeared again, but this time she was faint and seemed about to disappear at any moment.
"Senior!"
Luo Wuwen was shocked.
The Sword Spirit, increasingly weak, looked at the Sect Master and said softly:
"Great terror... a hand that covers the sky, young one, do not go."
With that, the Sword Spirit returned to the sword body.
"I need to recuperate."
The Sect Master looked at the Cangwu Sword, cold sweat pouring from his heart.
He could feel that even the Sword Spirit was afraid.
Even the Sword Spirit dared not speak?
What on earth had happened in the Great Wildlands?
The Sect Master slowly left the underground den, and after a long time, the little girl's phantom reappeared.
"So terrifying..."
Since the founding of the Dao Xuan Sect, she had never seen such a horrifying scene, as if the sky were about to collapse.
Who was the owner of that golden giant hand? She had never seen such terrifying power even in those ancient old demons.
If her divine sense hadn't retreated quickly, she would have perished under that hand that covered the sky.
...
"Hmm? Did I bump into something?"
Heyu quickly withdrew his hand from the glass case and examined it carefully, finding nothing on it.
"Could it be an illusion?"
Heyu was puzzled.
It was already evening, and after a day of organizing, the humans and half-demons below had finally cleaned up the battlefield.
Earlier, Luo Qingyi had said that her master wanted to give him the Mystic Blood, so Heyu had reached down to take it.
But he felt like he had touched something.
Looking at the people waiting below, Heyu picked up the tweezers again.
His hand was still too big; if he accidentally stirred up a wind and blew them over, it wouldn't be good.