What shrouded the void was not blue sky and white clouds, nor a vast starry sky, but a gaping maw bristling with razor-sharp fangs.
Had it been an ordinary person who witnessed this sight, they would have been scared out of their wits. Such an existence could effortlessly swallow countless living beings within an entire world.
Yet Song Changsheng stood rooted in place, his expression calm.
Whoosh— A streak of cold light flashed past, and blood erupted into the air like a vast ocean as the tendrils of that gaping maw were severed.
Tian Jian Qingyuan.
"Actually, there's no need for help."
Song Changsheng looked at Tian Jian Qingyuan.
"I just don't like being used."
With those words, Tian Jian Qingyuan gripped the sword in her right hand and ran two fingers of her left hand along the blade.
The long sword was instantly enveloped in swirling runes, radiating brilliant light.
In the next moment, Tian Jian Qingyuan thrust her sword forward.
Sword intent— Vast sword intent materialized before her, surging straight toward the heavens. Each beam was more overwhelming than the sword intent that had pierced through those earlier monsters.
And right now, there were thousands upon thousands of such beams.
This single strike was enough to annihilate an entire small star field.
Before this downpour of sword intent, even that colossal creature appeared insignificant.
But the colossal creature simply grinned and said: "Interesting."
……
Meanwhile, Tian Jian Can had already approached the Thunder Fire Sword. Yet as she gazed upon it, she hesitated.
Could she really draw this sword?
And if she couldn't, would it pose a danger?
"Can, are you going to wait forever?"
"Don't you want this sword?"
The urgent voice of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace Master came from behind Tian Jian Can.
Hearing this, Tian Jian Can stopped wavering and reached out to grab the Thunder Fire Sword.
Boom— But at that very moment, a massive wave of oppressive pressure swept toward her.
However, it dissipated just before reaching Tian Jian Can.
The Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace Master had blocked it.
After intercepting the blow, she looked in the direction where Ye Xiancheng stood. Even she showed a trace of surprise.
"It's you?"
Ye Xiancheng's entire body emanated a sacred aura, and his cultivation had reached the level of a Fifth-tier Heavenly God.
"Xiancheng..."
Ye Xiancheng's parents gazed at him with complicated expressions.
They knew why Ye Xiancheng had achieved such cultivation.
Ye Xiancheng had obtained the Immortal's Inheritance. Within him, he wielded the power of his ancestors.
This ancestral power, as the name implied, was the strength left behind by successive generations of powerful ancestors of the Ye Immortal Clan. It was a consumable force—each use diminished what remained.
But beyond its practical use, its sentimental value was even greater. For precisely that reason...
Ye Xiancheng would never use it unless absolutely necessary.
But now, it was clear that the situation had reached the point where he had no choice.
"I'm warning you."
"Don't touch that sword."
Ye Xiancheng said to Tian Jian Can.
Tian Jian Can didn't dare make a reckless move. After all, she could sense that Ye Xiancheng's aura was incredibly powerful.
"So it seems that you were able to rise to the position of clan leader as a junior not because your parents spoiled you excessively—"
"But because you truly have the ability."