Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation: My system is amazing

"Chaos is coming..." Xiao Bei repeatedly stroked the four words on the hilt of the sword, feeling the marks of the ancient characters with his fingertips, and an inexplicable uneasiness surged in his heart.

The warm glow emitted by the artifact reflected between his furrowed brows, adding a bit of solemnity.

The cheers around gradually died down. Everyone noticed something was wrong with Xiao Bei and gathered around him, staring at him with bated breath. The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Elder Xingchen stroked his long beard, his aged face filled with worry. He stepped forward and asked with concern, "Xiao Bei, what's so strange about these words?"

Xiao Bei took a deep breath and slowly raised the Sword of Creation. The sword shone brightly, illuminating every anxious face.

"This line of small words seems to foreshadow a huge catastrophe." His voice was low and powerful, and every word struck everyone's heart, bringing a heavy feeling of oppression.

"Chaos represents disorder and destruction. Perhaps it's some powerful enemy, or perhaps it's some kind of abnormal change in the world..."

"Caution is the best policy," Elder Stardust said solemnly. "The Sword of Creation is a treasure of heaven and earth, and the prophecy within it cannot be underestimated. We should gather all forces as soon as possible to discuss countermeasures and must not act rashly."

However, Xiao Bei shook his head, staring at the sword with burning eyes, and a strong fighting spirit surged in his chest.

"Elder, I feel the call of this power. Perhaps this isn't a warning, but an opportunity." He gripped the hilt tightly, feeling the endless flow of power into his body. "Chaos is approaching. Perhaps this is the chance for us to break through our limits and become even more powerful!"

"Absolutely not!" Elder Xingchen was horrified upon hearing this. "This kind of prophecy is not something to be taken lightly! If we are not careful, we will be doomed!"

"Elder, I have made up my mind!" Xiao Bei said in a firm tone, and an invisible pressure emanated from him, causing the people around him to take a step back.

"Instead of sitting back and waiting for death, we should take the initiative! I believe that with the power of the Sword of Creation, we will be able to overcome everything!"

The crowd immediately started talking. Some supported Xiao Bei's decisiveness, while others agreed with Elder Xingchen's caution. For a moment, quarrels broke out one after another, and the scene was in chaos.

Xiao Bei's heart was also more entangled. He understood that Elder Xingchen's concerns were not unreasonable, but he felt that this might be his only way...

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring straight ahead, and said in a deep voice: "Xuanfeng, pass on my orders..."

Beili walked to Xiao Bei and gently held his hand.

She didn't say anything, but just looked at Xiao Bei with gentle and firm eyes, conveying silent support.

Xiao Bei felt a warm current surge in his heart. Bei Li's hands were soft and warm, as if they could soothe the anxiety in his heart.

Amid the noisy arguments, this silent comfort seemed particularly precious, making him feel an unprecedented sense of peace and strength.

Bei Li said softly, "No matter what decision you make, I will support you." Xiao Bei held her hand in return, his heart filled with emotion. These simple words were worth more than a thousand words.

At this moment, a black shadow flashed by, and a figure appeared silently in front of everyone.

Shadow!

He was surrounded by a thin layer of black mist, making it impossible to see his face. One could only see his eyes as deep as a pool.

Everyone immediately became alert and took out their magic weapons, ready to fight.

However, the shadow did not show any hostility. He just spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, like a whisper from hell: "Chaos... is not destruction... but rebirth..." His words were unclear, but carried an inexplicable power that made everyone present feel a palpitation.

Xiao Bei narrowed his eyes and stared at the shadow, his heart full of vigilance.

What is the origin of this mysterious person?

What did he mean by "new life"?

The shadow did not explain, but just smiled mysteriously, and then disappeared without a trace in a flash, leaving only a faint fragrance in the air and everyone full of doubts.

Xiao Bei looked at the direction where the shadow disappeared, and became even more confused.

This sudden change made the already complicated situation even more confusing.

He felt an invisible pressure, as if a huge net was silently enveloping him.

Xiao Bei took a deep breath, turned to look at Elder Stardust, and said in a deep voice: "Elder, get ready..." Xiao Bei felt that time was passing like an hourglass, and every tick seemed to be knocking on his tense nerves.

He looked around, and saw expectant faces, some respectful, some worried, and...

fear.

This silent pressure made it almost impossible for him to breathe, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on his shoulders.

He held the Sword of Creation tightly, but felt so powerless, like a lost child, holding the key to the unknown in his hand, but not knowing how to open the door of destiny.

A deep sense of frustration surged in his heart, and he began to blame himself, wondering why he was so indecisive.

"I...what am I hesitating about?" Xiao Bei questioned himself in his heart, his voice as low as the roar of a trapped beast.

The air around seemed to freeze, making it suffocating.

Suddenly, a cold wind swept in, bringing with it a biting chill.

The ground began to tremble, and countless shadowy creatures emerged from the cracks in the ground. They looked like ghosts and made sharp and piercing hisses, which made people shudder.

"Protect the elders!" Xiao Bei roared, and was the first to draw out the Sword of Creation. A dazzling light cut through the darkness, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, slashing towards the shadow creature with a devastating force.

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh is tooth-grinding.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, irritating everyone's nerves.

Beili followed closely behind, and with a wave of her slender hands, rays of ice-blue light shot out, freezing the approaching shadow creatures into ice sculptures, which then exploded into ice chips all over the sky.

Elder Stardust and Xuanfeng also joined the battle. They worked together to set up a formation. A golden light curtain enveloped everyone, blocking the attack of the shadow creatures.

However, these shadow creatures seemed endless, pouring in one after another, and cracks began to appear in the golden light curtain.

Everyone's physical strength gradually depleted and their breathing became rapid.

Xiao Bei's sword swings became faster and faster, and each swing was accompanied by a low dragon roar. The sword energy crisscrossed, forming an impenetrable sword net.

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the enemies around him, but he felt increasingly uneasy.

Where do these shadow creatures come from?

What is their purpose?

Shadow still stood aside, watching the battle quietly, with an unfathomable smile on his face.

His indifference angered Xiao Bei, "Who are you? Why don't you take action?" Xiao Bei roared, with a trembling in his voice.

The shadow did not answer, but just shook his head slightly, looking deeply at the Sword of Creation in Xiao Bei's hand, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Chaos... has just begun..." He whispered, his voice as erratic as a ghost.

At this moment, the Creation Sword in Xiao Bei's hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and something seemed to be surging in the light...

The Sword of Creation shone brightly, like the rising sun, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

At the same time, a powerful force surged into Xiao Bei's body, flowing through every blood vessel and every cell of his.

He felt more powerful than ever before, as if he could control everything in the world.

In the shining light, Xiao Bei's eyes fell on the small words on the hilt of the sword. This time, he finally understood part of the meaning - "In my name, command chaos."

Xiao Bei's heart moved, and a sense of enlightenment came to his mind.

He held up the Sword of Creation, muttering something to himself. Ancient spells sang out of his mouth, carrying a mysterious and powerful power.

As the spell was chanted, the light of the sword became stronger and stronger, and finally turned into a huge pillar of light that shot up into the sky and pierced the clouds.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the shadow creatures let out shrill screams. Their bodies quickly melted and turned into ashes as if they were burned by flames.

The air was filled with a burnt smell that was sickening.

In a flash, most of the originally densely packed shadow creatures were wiped out.

"So powerful!" Xuan Feng exclaimed. Elder Xingchen was also shocked. He stroked his long beard and muttered to himself, "I didn't expect the Sword of Creation to have such powerful power..."

Seeing this, the remaining shadow creatures fled in all directions.

"Want to escape?" Xiao Bei snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he turned into a stream of light and chased after him.

The sword of creation in his hand was like the scythe of the god of death. Every time it was swung, it would take away several lives.

After a moment, all the shadow creatures were wiped out.

The bloody smell in the air gradually dissipated, replaced by a faint fragrance, which was the scent emitted by the Sword of Creation.

Xiao Bei landed slowly on the ground, and the Sword of Creation in his hand gradually returned to calm.

He looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him with eyes full of awe and admiration.

At this moment, Xiao Bei suddenly felt a strange breath.

He looked down at the Sword of Creation in his hand, and saw that the small words on the hilt had changed!

The original "chaos is coming" has turned into "blood moon in the sky, the death of gods is coming."

A chill ran from Xiao Bei's feet to his head, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"No...this..." Xiao Bei's voice trembled. He held the Sword of Creation tightly, as if he was grabbing the last straw.

The shadow's voice sounded again, with a hint of mockery: "It seems that you have seen your future destiny..."