Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor

"Must hurry to the Dark Tomb."

Chu Ming thought silently, his figure flashed, and he continued to fly towards the interior of Longhua Mountain.

The Dark Sage had already reached the Realm of Transcendence, able to roughly utilize the Power of Space. His place of inheritance must be within a certain space.

Half an hour later, Chu Ming arrived at the center of Longhua Mountain. This place was full of pits and hollows; all the trees within a hundred-mile radius were toppled, and the ground was scorched. It was not hard to imagine that a great battle had broken out here half a day ago.

According to what Chu Ming knew, the overlord of Longhua Mountain should be a seventh-level low-tier demon beast, the Furious Black Dragon, possessing strength comparable to an invincible Guiyuan Realm Sixth Layer. However, it was evident that he had tried to stop everyone from entering the Dark Tomb and was slain by their combined forces.

At the center, a black vortex about a thousand meters wide was continuously spinning. The broken trees around it were often sucked in, and occasionally several martial artists turned into streaks of light and entered it.

Without pausing, Chu Ming flew into the black vortex. Though called a tomb, it was actually a small space.

Swoosh!

After passing through the space, Chu Ming's sight changed, and he appeared in a wilderness covered in white mist. The ground was littered with white bones. Every few steps, there was a fresh corpse with still-warm blood, indicating recent deaths.

Swoosh!

Chu Ming's Soul Power spread out. His Soul Power was almost on par with top-tier Guiyuan Realm experts, directly covering a radius of three hundred meters, where any subtle changes could not escape his mind.

Casually choosing a direction, Chu Ming left directly. Some other martial artists appeared with him. As the news of the Dark Tomb spread, more martial artists would enter.

Swoosh!

The strong wind caused Chu Ming's white robe to flutter and ring, the scenery on both sides blurred.

...

Bang!

Not far from Chu Ming, a terrifying saber light slashed through the void, ripping a Guiyuan Realm Fifth Layer expert apart, their blood spraying in the air spectacularly.

Swoosh!

A blood shadow flickered, plucking a fiery red Spirit Grass protruding from the cliff not far away. The Spirit Grass was entirely fiery red, emanating waves of Fire Essence.

"Still dare to snatch the Fire Dragon Grass from me, not knowing life from death!"

The blood mist cleared, revealing a sinister face with snake-like eyes emitting a cold light. It was the Blood Asura Zong Ze.

After losing track of Chu Ming, he had entered the Dark Tomb ahead of others, his heart also filled with desire for the Dark Sage's inheritance.

However, in a day's time, he had only harvested many Spiritual Medicines, with no clue about the inheritance.

The Fire Dragon Grass is a seventh-level Spirit Grass, rumored to have a trace of Dragon Blood, thus containing a faint Dragon Aura. While it's insignificant for ordinary martial artists, it's a great supplement for Body Refining Martial Artists.

Outside, one plant alone could sell for over two hundred thousand Middle Grade Spirit Stones.

Alongside him, a Guiyuan Realm Fifth Heaven expert had also discovered it, but unfortunately, the Blood Asura Zong Ze was no ordinary Guiyuan Realm Fifth Layer expert. After three hundred moves, he had slain the other expert.

Swoosh!

Just as the Blood Asura Zong Ze was about to leave, his expression suddenly shifted to joy, his gaze piercing through space to a white-robed youth three or four miles away, eyes filled with murderous intent.

Flying, Chu Ming sensed something, his body chilled. Looking up, he spotted the Blood Asura Zong Ze on the hillside, his eyes flashing with a cold gleam.

"Hehehe, seems you've refined the Black Nether Stone, but it doesn't matter. Next, I'll let you know the consequence of crossing me, Blood Asura Zong Ze."

Blood Asura Zong Ze's face turned grim, his blood-dripping long saber gripped in his right hand. A terrifying wave of saber energy swept towards Chu Ming, like an unending ocean tide.

"This time, it's you who's going to die!"

Slashing!

Chu Ming stepped forward, his right hand grasping the sword hilt in the void. A sword light shot out from the sword's tip, ripping through the saber wave and flying towards Blood Asura Zong Ze on the hillside.

Bang!

White waves rolled and fog thickened, completely obstructing Chu Ming's vision. Chu Ming frowned, not believing Blood Asura Zong Ze would be so weak.

Thud!

As Chu Ming was about to approach, dozens of blood-red blades burst from a deep pit twenty meters away. A blood-red figure rapidly emerged, and Blood Asura Zong Ze, with his dark hair draping over his shoulders, looked coldly. There was not a speck of dust on his blood clothes.

Ding ding ding...

Chu Ming casually struck out with his right hand, shattering the saber aura in front of him into countless fragments, brilliantly flying in all directions.

"Seems I've underestimated you!"

Blood Asura Zong Ze said coldly, tightly gripping his Blood Saber, a red thread weaving in front of him. White waves crisscrossed, and layers of shadows appeared. A strong killing intent directly pressed towards Chu Ming.

"Blood Slash!"

Slash!

A terrifying saber aura burst from the Blood Saber's blade, the ground between them rupturing, scattering debris and blurring their vision.

Swoosh!

Chu Ming remained calm, suddenly retreating, his double-handed sword lifted overhead. Three types of light interwove, brilliantly radiant, creating a realm of swords within a thousand meters.

"Flowing Clouds Like Water!"

Chu Ming silently chanted, a splendid sword light shot from the Conjugate Sword, the surrounding space thick and flowing like water. Time seemed to freeze as the extreme sword light broke through layers of white waves.

Ding!

The blood-red saber light and the sword light collided, creating a metallic clanging sound, a white wave radiating out rapidly from the center of the impact.

Crack!

A faint cracking sound echoed in their ears. Chu Ming's expression turned serious as he instantly flitted back, appearing a thousand meters away.

Boom!

The saber light and sword light simultaneously exploded, the blast obliterating everything within a thousand meters.

Swoosh!

A red figure flew into the distance, followed by a low voice.

"Chu Ming, just you wait. My things aren't so easy to take!"

Chu Ming didn't pursue. He had his trump cards, but there was no guarantee Zong Ze didn't have his own. Even if he could kill Zong Ze, it would be at great cost. In the Dark Tomb, filled with mixed elements, it's unwise.

Swoosh!

Chu Ming and Zong Ze parted ways, heading their separate directions.

An hour later, having scoured the space's periphery, he found little of value.

"Seems I must go to the inner area."

Chu Ming thought to himself.

The small space's area was equivalent to a low-level country, neither too big nor too small. Two days would suffice for a Guiyuan Realm Fifth Heaven expert to explore every corner.