As Yang Yan mused over his thoughts, their bodies had already descended into the ruins.
At this moment, Lin Zimu closed his eyes tightly, shielding his Spiritual Sense as he walked aimlessly through the ruins.
Strangely, Lin Zimu did not touch anything in the ruins, as if he were walking in another space.
Yang Yan was startled and approached Lin Zimu intending to grab him, but found himself unable to touch him at all.
Just then, an uncharted space suddenly appeared beside Lin Zimu.
Even though that space was also a ruin, a rust-covered iron sword was stuck in its center.
It was like an iron sword from the mortal world.
As Lin Zimu grasped the iron sword, suddenly an earth-shattering Sword Intent erupted from it.
The Sword Intent seemed capable of severing all things, yet it conveyed a sense of sorrow.
Gradually, the Sword Intent coalesced into a bizarre image.
