Chapter 3400: Chapter 3400: Farewell to My Past Life and Ren! (First Update)

"This is..."

Ye Chen looked at the crystal stone, instantly shocked.

This crystal stone faintly emitted a black light and had a trace of ancient and mysterious aura, seemingly having a huge connection with the stone pillar of Ren Feifan in the Samsara Graveyard!

Ye Chen held the crystal stone, and in his mind, the sound of a desolate dragon’s roar seemed to echo, very peculiar.

"Kid, what’s wrong?"

Sky-covering Demon Emperor asked doubtfully.

"Senior Demon Emperor, this crystal stone has something strange! I need to study it, please settle down for a moment."

Ye Chen, taking Sky-covering Demon Emperor with him, stepped into the Demon Suppression Hall, temporarily arranging for him to stay, then returned to his room alone, directly entering the Samsara Graveyard.

Rumble!

As soon as he stepped into the Samsara Graveyard, he heard an astonishing commotion from deep within.

The ancient stone pillar burst forth with incomparably magnificent radiance.

Nine divine dragons coiled on the stone pillar, raising their heads to roar.

A supreme majestic aura enveloped the entire Samsara Graveyard.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The crystal stone in his hand began to tremble violently, faintly resonating with the stone pillar, forming a unique rhythm.

Swoosh!

The sound of a sword qi breaking through the air suddenly rang out.

The Dust-falling Dragon Subduing Sword left by Ren Feifan, at this moment, broke out into the air, hovering in mid-air of the Samsara Graveyard, emitting a clear sword sound.

Tiny strands of starlight covered the sword’s body, magnificent and radiant.

Ye Chen stood dumbfounded, feeling the Dust-falling Dragon Subduing Sword was emitting strands of majestic Source Qi, its fierce slaughtering aura had already surpassed the "Four Immortal Slaying Swords", reaching an unknown realm.

Splash!

Layers of sword light spread out like waves.

The world around Ye Chen constantly twisted and mutated.

Beside his ears came the sound of battle formations clashing.

The overwhelming shouts, the clash of swords, the explosion of spells, the collision of magic treasures, constantly resounding, deafening.

Also, endless wails, endless screams, endless cries, all making the hairs stand on end.

The entire scene of the Samsara Graveyard completely changed into an ancient battlefield.

The sky was a dull grey, filled with the smoke and gloom of war.

A dim sun hung in the sky, completely obscured by the rising fumes and killing aura.

The ground cracked, scarlet dust divine bloodline flowed, crows circled low, and in the distance, the thunderous sound of war drums echoed.

On this ancient battlefield, densely packed, everywhere were powerful figures.

Each figure shone with divine radiance, imposing and majestic, none were beneath the limit of the Holy Ancestor Realm, exactly what realm isn’t known, but any could become a giant in their own right.

But in the center of the battlefield stood two tall and heroic men.

One man had an extraordinary aura, imposing presence, shrouded by an ethereal intent, seeming to transcend above all, dressed in a black robe, with a black cape covering his face, boundless starlight divine radiance continuously blossomed beneath his feet.

The other man emitted the brilliance of Samsara’s Six Paths, with a Reincarnation Plate slowly turning behind him, the whole person seemed to be the Sovereign of heaven and earth, the ruler of the Ten Thousand Realms, extremely awe-inspiring.

"It’s actually Senior Ren and the Samsara Master!"

Although Senior Ren completely covered his face, making it impossible to feel clearly, Ye Chen recognized without error, this man was indeed Ren!

Ye Chen stood dazed watching this scene, Ren Feifan and the Samsara Master fought side by side, and they faced tens of thousands of powerful enemies! Each one surpassed the Holy Ancestor Realm!

"Brother Ren, today’s battle, we might just fall here."

The Samsara Master spoke, as he swung his sword, cutting through the surroundings, injuring one strong foe after another, their bodies thrown into the Reincarnation Plate, emitting a miserable scream, completely falling into Samsara, unable to live again.

But the surrounding enemies surged like a tide, numbering at least ten thousand, seemingly killing endlessly.

"Haha, those superiors want to kill me, but it’s not that easy, Four Immortal Slaying Swords, break!"

Ren Feifan’s gaze was cold, with a wave of his hand, four fierce long swords burst from within him, slashing fiercely around, cutting down people like mowing grass, in an instant, countless powerful foes were slaughtered, blood flowing in rivers.

These four swords, each carried a mighty Source Qi, a tremendous slaughtering aura, indeed the legendary "Four Immortal Slaying Swords."

As it turned out, the Four Immortal Slaying Swords in the ancient times were small Source Weapons casually forged by Ren Feifan.

Under the sharp edge of the Four Immortal Slaying Swords, the surrounding powerful figures were somewhat apprehensive, retreating one after another.

"Brother Ren, turns out you’ve comprehended the mystery of the source, and forged Source Weapons, congratulations."

Seeing this, the Samsara Master showed delight, graciously congratulating with a smile.

"It’s useless, mere small Source Weapons, the sharpness too weak, cannot contend with those superiors, unless I can forge supreme Source Weapons, otherwise there’s no chance of winning."

Ren Feifan shook his head, controlling the Four Immortal Slaying Swords, wildly slashing and killing, the sword edge sweeping across, those who blocked were instantly dead, no one could resist, the sharpness simply invincible.

But this bit of sharpness would do against ordinary strong foes, wanting to face those superiors was undoubtedly wishful thinking.

"In this battle, if you do not die, you will surely undergo heavenly transformation, reaching the ultimate realm of martial arts."

The Samsara Master spoke with a desolate tone, Ren Feifan was already able to forge Source Weapons, with a deeply rooted Martial Arts Foundation, as long as given a little time to develop, he would definitely reach the pinnacle of martial arts, attaining the realm of the superiors.

But today’s battle, thinking of escaping, is easier said than done?

Ye Chen stood on the battlefield, dumbstruck, his eyes blank, watching the scenes before him.

As it turned out, in ancient times, the Samsara Master and Ren Feifan once fought side by side.

At that time, Ren Feifan had not yet reached the ultimate in martial arts, his level of cultivation was the same as the Samsara Master, though powerful, he still couldn’t contend with those superiors.

If it were today’s Ren Feifan, returning to the battlefield, he could probably annihilate the enemy tide with a flick of his finger, effortlessly.

"Mm, we must fight our way out, we definitely mustn’t fall here!"

Ren Feifan’s gaze was sharp, teaming up with the Samsara Master, controlling the swords, killing all around, hoping to break through.

But the number of enemies was just too many, densely packed, like tides and seas, no matter how much they killed, they were never-ending, layer upon layer of encirclement, bringing despair.

"Could it be that today, we really are going to die here?"

Finally, Ren Feifan’s expression also turned utterly grim, glancing at the Samsara Master.

"Don’t panic, there’s still a chance."

The Samsara Master’s eyes were resolute, suddenly looking up to the sky and shouting, "Heavenly Desolation, come to protect us!"

Upon hearing, Ren Feifan’s face changed, saying, "Heavenly Desolation is your Guardian Spirit, if you call them over, in case they get killed, you’ll have no power to resist against the Inner Demon Curse Sword in the future, once invaded by the inner demon, it might be worse than death."

"No worries, let’s break out first."

The Samsara Master laughed carefreely, not caring.

However, as time passed, the day turned to night, still the figures of Heavenly Desolation were nowhere to be seen.

The Samsara Master and Ren Feifan, under the relentless attack of countless strong foes, gradually became exhausted, gasping for breath, leaning back to back, already caught in a desperate situation.

Ren Feifan’s "Four Immortal Slaying Swords", all were knocked down, scattered into the starry sky, nowhere to be found.

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