In the world of Sword Intent, a faint spark ignited before Ye Chen.
Sparks dotted the sky, soon resembling a swarm of fireflies. Suddenly, a spark fell to the ground.
Raging flames instantly swept across the earth!
A sea of fire soared into the sky, consuming everything, as if a deity was furious within the roaring flames.
Ye Chen slowly walked into the terrifying blaze. His clothes, flesh, bones, and even his soul dissipated under the searing heat, as if he had become one with the flames.
A Demon Race Warrior formed from a remnant soul of a Celestial Demon appeared in the fiery sea, but without a sound, it was slashed into oblivion by a sword formed of flames.
Half an hour passed swiftly.
The Sword Intent of the flames dissipated, leaving Ye Chen frowning, just a sliver away from comprehension.
A special insight lingered in his heart.
If he exited the Sword Tomb now, he might have to start over the next time he came in!
