The ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House were enormous.

This was originally the sect’s ancestral ground, and it was its own independent space, a hidden world.

Thirty thousand years of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness had corroded the ruins, and the damage was severe.

Even so, what remained of the countless buildings was still a clear demonstration of the sect’s former glory. 

Inside one of the halls.

Su Yi casually laid Ying Que’s enormous body on the ground. 

Then, he took out his wicker chair, sprawled out, and let out a long breath.

After leaving Bloodthistle Yao Mountain, he rushed all the way to the Sea of Chaotic Spirits. He’d never once gotten a chance to stop and rest.

When he got tired or sleepy, he used spiritual medicines to replenish his energy. 

Otherwise, he could never have made it to the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House in just two days.

As soon as he got here, he fought a grand battle.

Of course, neither Chu Xiu and his subordinates nor Qing Luo were overly troublesome opponents. The truly troublesome one was the yao sword, Divine Misfortune.

Fortunately, everything was over, and Su Yi could finally relax.

He took out a...