System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

Such sword power would be enough to send even ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators fleeing in panic, let alone the patriarchs of small sects, who would likely lose their lives in a single encounter.

Perhaps only those exceptionally talented and monstrous primordial spirit cultivators from top-tier forces like the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace could possibly withstand it.

After Chen Xuan thrust out his sword, he retreated with lightning speed, then stood quietly at a distance, observing the changes in the stone tablet intently.

With his extraordinary, almost all-seeing eyesight, he could clearly see the cracks on the stone tablet that were spreading and becoming more and more dense, even without using his divine sense.

"Could it be that my sword strike could actually destroy this mysterious stone tablet? Alas, I truly regret being too timid back then and not asking my senior brothers and sisters for more details about the interior of the Sword Realm Map." Chen Xuan was secretly annoyed. Now, he could only helplessly wait and see what would happen.

In the brief span of a breath or two, under Chen Xuan's intense gaze, the trial stone tablet shattered with a loud "crack," instantly transforming into countless fine yellow wisps of mist that hovered in mid-air for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, a woman's voice, as if echoing from the deepest hell, quietly resounded in Chen Xuan's mind: "Internal trial participant, you have qualified to enter the 8th level space. Think carefully about what you seek. In three breaths, I will move you to the 8th level trial grounds."

The voice was ethereal and melodious, yet it carried an indescribable sense of desolation.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan was immediately alarmed and hurriedly looked around in a panic, but could not find any trace of it.

However, he wasn't too worried. After all, the Sword Realm Diagram was a supreme treasure left behind by the sect's patriarch, specifically for passing down to future generations. He figured it wouldn't put his life in danger.

Chen Xuan forced himself to calm down, held his breath, and waited quietly.

Three breaths passed in the blink of an eye. In an instant, a massive surge of yellow mist rushed towards him with overwhelming force. Chen Xuan made no attempt to resist and was immediately enveloped by the dense mist.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain, as if being torn apart and reassembled, suddenly came from the depths of his soul. His head felt as if it were about to explode, and the surrounding space and time were disordered and reversed. It was as if he had been placed in the center of an endless vortex of chaos in an instant.

He didn't know how much time had passed in this chaotic state. Chen Xuan slowly opened his eyes and felt that his physical body was unreal and illusory, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

The scene before us is completely different from what it was before; it has undergone a dramatic transformation.

What appeared before them was an ancient battlefield of extreme devastation. The vast land was cracked and shattered, with jagged fissures resembling the gaping maws of giant beasts, devouring everything in the world. Smoke filled the air, and the pungent smell made it hard to breathe. In the sky, crisscrossing cracks lingered, like a shattered mirror, reflecting endless desolation and despair.

In the distance, roars, the clash of magical artifacts, and the cracking of mountains intertwined, creating a tragic elegy for the end of the world.

Heaven and earth seemed to be weeping and wailing, the sea seemed to be in a frenzy, churning up towering waves, and the roars of gods and demons were so terrifying that they shattered people's hearts.

Looking at this horrifying scene, Chen Xuan felt as insignificant as an ant, standing in this corner of the world, his heart and soul filled with shock. For a moment, he was completely at a loss for what to do next, and could only be extremely vigilant, carefully observing his surroundings...

Just as Chen Xuan was completely bewildered and at a loss, the sea of ​​blood in front of him suddenly began to surge violently, as if a powerful force was surging and churning beneath it.

With a "whoosh," the 36 gods and demons wielding various ancient and ferocious weapons instantly sensed Chen Xuan's presence. They simultaneously unleashed deep and powerful roars. Although they used an obscure and difficult-to-understand language of gods and demons, their killing intent was no different from the human race's "kill, kill, kill."