Legend of Swordsman

4865 The Source of Darkness

What was even more strange was that there were also leg-high weeds growing on these irregular rocks.

Although the abyss was extremely dark, the Young Emperor and the others quickly noticed their own existence and started to move closer to Jian Wushuang.

“My God, what is this place? Are all the Black Mountain on the ground suspended in the air?” Cheng Qing looked at the scene in front of him and said in shock.

“It seems that this place was once an above-ground world. For some reason, it was buried in the core,” The Young Emperor analyzed.

Jian Wushuang did not say anything. He squatted down and touched a weed with his hand. In an instant, it turned into a puff of ashes.

Cheng Qing continued, “It’s indeed a little strange, but fortunately, it’s not a threat. As long as we don’t release Yan power, we’ll be able to leave this place.”

At this moment, the skinny purple-robed man who had been silent all this while said, “The path we took to come here has disappeared.”

Everyone subconsciously looked up. As expected, there was a strange stone dome above them. However, there wasn’t an exit.

The Young Emperor then looked at Jian Wushuang, “Brother Jian, what do you think?”

“Let’s move forward,” Jian Wushuang looked forward and said in a deep voice.

The group of four walked down the abyss.

It was an ancient, desolate silence that was extremely strange.

Jian Wushuang walked at the front and his eyes became more and more serious.

He felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, as if something was about to happen.

The strange rocks under his feet rose and fell, and it was extremely chaotic.

As he was at the forefront, he quickly understood why his heart was throbbing.

In front of the hazy black energy, in the center of a collapsed rock, there was a kneeling figure. It was an extremely strange figure. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴo(v)elꜰɪre.ɴet

Even Jian Wushuang could not see the figure clearly.

It was the source of the first Heavenly Region’s destruction. Boundless black energy was surging out from the front.

The Young Emperor and the others also saw the kneeling figure, and their faces turned grave.

“Don’t tell me that fellow is the source of the chaos in the first Heavenly Region,” Cheng Qing said in a low voice.

“Don’t act rashly first. That figure likely won’t be as calm as it is now,” Jian Wushuang reminded.

A being that could draw out so much black energy… How could he be dead?

In the next moment, as if to confirm Jian Wushuang’s thoughts, the sound of bones cracking rang out in the abyss.

As the voice rang out, the figure kneeling on the rocky ground suddenly trembled.

Jian Wushuang’s eyes narrowed and he hurriedly asked the Young Emperor and the others to retreat.

“It can’t be, right? he can still be revived?!” Cheng Qing was dumbfounded as he looked at the scene in disbelief.

As the sound of bones cracking continued to reverberate, the figure that had been buried in the abyss for countless years slowly stood up.

It was a figure covered in hideous wounds. The armor on his body made of an unknown material had been completely damaged, revealing a body that had long lost its flesh.

Two black lights shot out from the helmet on his head.

Facing such a dead creature, even Jian Wushuang felt his heart palpitate.

He also realized that when the Yan power in his body faced this dead creature, it was out of control, like it was afraid.

This was too strange.

Could it be that this dormant living being was also an Emperor when he was alive? Was he killed and buried here by Zhen Wuyang?

However, Jian Wushuang quickly rejected the idea. He had been in close contact with the four Emperors and naturally knew about the unique fate energy that the Emperors had.

However, this living being did not have any Emperor’s fate energy. There was not even a trace of Yan power’s fluctuation.

Around his body, there was only that terrifying black energy surging.

He seemed to have woken up from his ancient deep sleep, and two black lights immediately locked onto Jian Wushuang and the others.

Then, the dead creature slowly raised an arm and clenched his broken palm.

The void suddenly collapsed, and an indescribable force squeezed in all directions.

Other than Jian Wushuang, the Young Emperor, the skinny purple-robed man, and Chen Qing groaned at the same time, as if they were severely injured. Divine blood flowed out of their mouths.

“Damn it, it’s really strong…” Chen Qing’s aura was weak, but he did not dare to release Yan power to resist.

This was because the black energy’s restraint on Yan power had almost reached the point of no solution. As long as there was a trace of Yan power released, the black energy would definitely trace its origin and severely injure the user.

The prisoners and supervisors who had already died were the best examples.

To Yan Immortals, not being able to use Yan power was an unimaginable thing, because even the simplest activation of Immortal Source would consume Yan power.

On the other hand, Jian Wushuang was less affected by this.

Other than the two Ancestral Skills and the Immortal Style, which required Yan power, he still had his Sword Dao.

The Star River Lake Sea Sword Intent, and the second Immortal Style, Selfless True Shadow, did not require Yan power.

Therefore, he immediately used the Selfless True Shadow to enhance himself to deal with the following situation.

After severely injuring the Young Emperor and the others with one strike, the dead creature walked toward them.

The extremely dense black energy was continuously absorbed by him, and then it repaired the hideous and terrifying wounds on his body.

Jian Wushuang was moved and he directly slashed forward.

He released the first move of the Star River Lake Sea Sword Intent!

An incomparably brilliant Sword Intent rose up and swept up. In an instant, it illuminated the entire abyss and then slashed toward the figure of the dead creature.

In the next moment, a scene that no one had expected occurred.

The vast Sword Intent slashed forward and cut the dead creature into two as easily as breaking dry weeds and smashing rotten wood…

It was so easy that Jian Wushuang did not even have time to react before his body fell to the rocks.

“That… that’s it?” Cheng Qing’s gaze was a little dull. “Is he too weak, or is Brother Jian too strong…”

Jian Wushuang shook his head slowly. He could feel that it was not that he was too strong, but that the dead creature was too weak. It could not even withstand a single blow.

He seemed to have aged too much, as if he had gone through endless years, making his body extremely weak.