Chapter 32: Immortal Demon Sword

After confirming the exit had vanished, Yang Lingchen immediately ventured deeper into the secret realm. Since he had already entered these ancient ruins, he wasn't about to leave empty-handed. From the sheer scale of the place, Yang Lingchen could tell this must have been the final resting place of a powerful ancient expert. He also uncovered a terrifying secret: the ruins were protected by a supreme killing array, known as the "Life-Slaying Array." To break it, one had to engage in mutual slaughter until half the people present were dead, only then would the exit reappear. However, for Yang Lingchen, this array was quite simple. After all, Ling Juechen was a top array master in the Divine Realm, and Yang Lingchen had inherited his memories. A mere Life-Slaying Array was child's play to him. Before long, Yang Lingchen arrived at a palace filled with a mysterious aura. Just then, a young man approached from a distance, clad in the robes of an inner disciple of Tianyuan Palace. This was Wang Yuan, one of the top ten inner disciples of Tianyuan Palace. For some reason, Yang Lingchen's heart skipped a beat, and as the man drew closer, that feeling intensified. Although Wang Yuan wore a peaceful smile, the unease in Yang Lingchen's heart never dissipated. He secretly put himself on guard, subtly gripping several Explosive Poison Pills in his hand. Just as Wang Yuan was about to get close, Yang Lingchen instantly launched the Explosive Poison Pills, then vanished in a flash. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" As Yang Lingchen fired the pills, Wang Yuan also sensed danger. He quickly used his profound energy to shield himself and retreated rapidly. Even so, Wang Yuan's robes were shredded by the explosion, leaving him looking utterly disheveled, though he hadn't sustained any major injuries. "Brat, you got lucky this time. But in these ancient ruins, I don't believe I can't catch you," Wang Yuan muttered, his eyes cold as he stared at the spot where Yang Lingchen had disappeared. Meanwhile, Yang Lingchen had entered a mystical space. This area was exceptionally rich in spiritual energy, and Yang Lingchen followed it straight ahead. Before long, he heard the clamor of voices in the distance. Yang Lingchen cautiously moved closer. He saw a large hall in the distance, crowded with people. In the center of the hall stood a sword radiating a chilling aura. Many tried to pull out this peerless sword, but before they could even get close, they were sent flying backward by the sharp energy it emitted. "A Celestial-grade artifact!" Yang Lingchen took a closer look and realized this sword was indeed a Celestial-grade artifact. At this moment, his heart pounded with excitement. This was a Celestial-grade artifact! Far superior to spirit weapons. Weapons were categorized as: Common, Spirit, Artifact, and Dao, with each category further divided into Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow grades. Artifacts far surpassed spirit weapons in power because they could bond with their owners and increase in might as the owner's cultivation grew, even having the potential to ascend to Dao or Divine weapon status. Inside the hall, countless people had tried, but no one could pull out the sword. Yang Lingchen was in no hurry, for he was certain that, apart from him, no one else in the entire ruins could pull out this peerless sword. "Everyone, come forward one by one and try to pull the sword. Whoever succeeds will be handsomely rewarded by me," a fiery, beautiful young woman announced. Yang Lingchen could tell that this group likely hailed from Jianyuan Pavilion, the strongest force in the Southern Continent. Now, Yang Lingchen's biggest problem was figuring out how to seize the opportunity to pull out the sword. If he could refine this sword, his strength would undoubtedly reach a new level. "I'll risk it," Yang Lingchen thought to himself. He quietly removed his Tianyuan Palace robes and slowly walked forward. As one Jianyuan Pavilion disciple after another tried, none could even approach the peerless sword. About half an hour later, it was finally Yang Lingchen's turn. "What's your name? I haven't seen you before," the beautiful young woman asked, her voice cool. "Oh no," Yang Lingchen thought. "Have I been recognized?" "I'm a new disciple," Yang Lingchen mumbled. "Go on, give it a try," the beautiful young woman said coldly. "Yes," Yang Lingchen replied, then slowly walked towards the peerless sword. At this moment, everyone was shocked because this new disciple was not repelled by the sword. Yang Lingchen casually glanced around, realizing that his position was now completely surrounded. Breaking through would be difficult. Yang Lingchen's mind raced, but he couldn't think of a good plan. It seemed he would have to pull out the sword and force his way out. Yang Lingchen slowly wrapped his hands around the hilt of the peerless sword. It was then that he noticed two ancient characters on the hilt: "Immortal Demon." "So, this sword is called the Immortal Demon Sword." Yang Lingchen pulled hard, but the Immortal Demon Sword remained motionless. Seeing this, the beautiful young woman felt a pang of disappointment. She could sense this was no ordinary sword. Just then, Yang Lingchen silently recited a command, then pulled with all his might, instantly drawing the Immortal Demon Sword from its sheath. "Clang!" "Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!" As the Immortal Demon Sword was unsheathed, it hummed, radiating a chilling light. The sword emitted boundless killing intent, instantly forcing the surrounding Jianyuan Pavilion disciples to retreat. "Bring it to me," the beautiful young woman stared at the Immortal Demon Sword with a captivated gaze. "Yes," Yang Lingchen respectfully replied, then slowly walked towards the beautiful young woman, holding the Immortal Demon Sword. "Damn it, whether I get this Immortal Demon Sword or not depends on this one move," Yang Lingchen thought to himself. Just as he was about to reach the young woman, Yang Lingchen suddenly erupted, his Immortal Demon Sword instantly slashing towards her. The beautiful young woman's strength was the strongest among the group. Yang Lingchen estimated she was at the peak of the Ninth Layer of the Profound-Through Realm, far beyond what he could contend with. So, he could only choose to ambush her. If he could kill her, great. If not, he would immediately flee. "Bang!" However, in the face of an absolute power gap, Yang Lingchen's full-force strike was easily dodged by the beautiful young woman. Yang Lingchen decisively threw dozens more Explosive Poison Pills, while his figure instantly shot towards the distance. "Boom! Boom!" The Explosive Poison Pills instantly killed over a dozen Jianyuan Pavilion disciples. "Brat, you're asking for death!" The beautiful young woman's face was frosty, and her figure shot towards Yang Lingchen like lightning. "Holy cow, why is this old hag so fast?" Yang Lingchen looked back, instantly terrified. The beautiful young woman's figure was like a ghost, clinging to him. At this moment, Yang Lingchen quickly accelerated, frantically fleeing through the ruins, squeezing through any opening he could find. Even so, Yang Lingchen still couldn't shake off the beautiful young woman behind him. "Damn it, what am I going to do?" Yang Lingchen grew anxious. His strength was only at the peak of the Ninth Layer of the Mystic-Profound Realm, while her strength was at the peak of the Profound-Through Realm. The gap between them was simply too vast. "You little brat, you can't escape! I'm going to tear you to shreds!" The beautiful young woman's voice was as cold as ice. "Dead hag, I know I'm handsome, but you don't have to chase me so relentlessly!" Yang Lingchen cursed back.