The sword was translucent and had multicolored light flowing within it. Bursts of divine pressure exuded from it, stabbing their souls.

This sword was just lying there. If it was actually used to fight, wouldn’t its power directly shatter a person’s soul even before it struck?

“What gold? It’s not like you use swords,” said Long Chen. This sword was definitely a priceless treasure, but with their power, it would be a fool’s dream to take it. They were unable to even approach it.

“Hehe, since it’s a priceless treasure, it definitely has destiny with me. There’s a divine pool as well over there.” Mo Nian was delighted and seemed confident that it would be his.

Behind the platform with the sword was a divine pool. Dark red liquid that looked like blood filled it. There were strange ripples within the pool.

One scene after another appeared within it. Looking closely, Long Chen said, “This is Hong Yaoyang’s tomb. He buried his past...