Primordial Era: At the beginning, the Desolate Heavenly Emperor invited me to drink beast milk, and

Qin Yuan hesitated slightly.

If the opponent is truly a True Immortal, even with the help of the ancient city's power, he would only be able to take a beating.

But if it's just the corpse of an ancient beast, he'd really like to give it a try.

His cultivation improved so quickly that he couldn't find a suitable opponent to hone his skills. Now, however, he has a rare opportunity.

The old man was about to speak when Stone King raised his hand to stop him.

"With me here, he will be fine."

The Stone King's tone was firm: "How could the corpse of a mere foreign royal be a match for the sons of my Stone Clan?"

Seeing that the Stone King trusted him so much, Qin Yuan felt a surge of pride and laughed, "That's exactly what I was thinking!"

The Stone King laughed heartily and praised, "Excellent! As expected of a descendant of my Stone Clan, you have courage!"

He was just laughing when he suddenly started coughing violently, which worried the old man next to him.

The Stone King waved his hand, indicating that he was unharmed.

He raised his hand and drew a mark that shimmered with ancient runes, then touched it towards Qin Yuan's forehead.

A flash of light appeared on Qin Yuan's forehead, resonating with the rune.

As the runes merged into Qin Yuan's body, he instantly felt a vast and powerful force surging into his body from beneath his feet.

If you look closely, you'll sense that this power comes from the bonfires within the city, where immortal corpses are burning.

He also felt that he seemed to be able to control the formation of this ancient city.

Qin Yuan thought to himself, "This Stone King is really generous, actually handing over the power of the ancient city to me."

However, he quickly realized that the Stone King's actions were not entirely out of trust, but rather a test of him.

After all, his arrival was too coincidental. He proved his identity as a member of the Stone Clan and produced healing pills. All of this was too coincidental, which inevitably aroused suspicion.

Even someone like the Stone King couldn't completely trust a stranger who suddenly appeared.

Giving me a portion of the array control is also for the purpose of facilitating surveillance.

If one were truly a traitor or spy, one would inevitably lose control and reveal one's true colors.

That would be the perfect time for Stone King to make his move.

Thinking of this, Qin Yuan couldn't help but smile.

This is the caution that the Seven Kings should have.

After all, even among one's own clan, there may be traitors, let alone an outsider of unknown origin like oneself.

Without further hesitation, he stepped outside the city and roared at the corpse of the black-feathered golden roc: "You beast, how dare you act so presumptuously here!"

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling sword light shot out from his fingertips, slashing towards the ancient beast's corpse.

The ancient beast's corpse let out a roar, opened its huge mouth, and actually bit the sword light to pieces!

Upon seeing this, Qin Yuan's eyes flashed with surprise, then he smiled and said, "That's interesting."

He gave a low shout: "Sword, come!"

On the city wall, an ancient-looking short sword sensed the call and instantly soared into the sky, falling into Qin Yuan's hand.

This short sword is entirely black, with ancient runes engraved on its blade, emitting a faint golden light.

The hilt of the sword is carved with a lifelike dragon head, as if it might come to life at any moment.

As soon as Qin Yuan held the short sword, he felt a warm aura flowing from the blade into his body, resonating with his bloodline.

This is the sword of the Stone Clan's ancestor.

The moment he grasped the short sword, a sense of vicissitude and tragic grandeur, like a sleeping dragon awakening, surged into Qin Yuan's bloodstream through his palm and directly into his soul.

That was not mere power, but a lament condensed over countless years, a cry of defiance and indomitable spirit, a longing for homeland, and hatred for the enemy.

This feeling was so familiar, yet so strange.

It was familiar because it resonated with the Stone Clan bloodline flowing through Qin Yuan's body, as if awakening dormant memories deep within his soul.

The aura felt unfamiliar because its sense of vicissitude and tragedy far exceeded Qin Yuan's understanding, making him feel a heavy pressure from ancient times.

Images flashed through Qin Yuan's mind like a revolving lantern.

He "saw" countless Stone Clan ancestors fighting bloody battles to protect their homeland;

I "saw" the heroic figure of the Stone King fighting bloody battles and turning the tide;

He "saw" this short sword, slashing at the enemy again and again, its blade stained with the blood of foreign creatures...

Every scene is filled with blood and fire, with tragedy and desolation.

A nameless sadness welled up from the bottom of Qin Yuan's heart, turning into two streams of hot tears that slid down his cheeks.

He gripped the short sword tightly, feeling the lingering warmth on its blade, and sensing the resentment and indomitable spirit left by his ancestors.

He stroked the sword with trembling hands; its rough texture seemed to tell a series of poignant stories.

Qin Yuan choked back tears, as if speaking to the spirit within the sword: "Is this... your last wish? You... were unable to slay the enemy and repel the invaders?"

As if responding to Qin Yuan's call, the short sword hummed and burst forth with dazzling divine light.

The ancient runes on the sword seemed to come alive, shimmering with dazzling light.

A surge of spiritual will erupted from the sword and merged with Qin Yuan's soul.

It was a resolute determination to face death, an indomitable struggle, and a steadfast commitment to protecting one's homeland.

Qin Yuan instantly understood that this short sword was not just a weapon, but also a symbol of the spirit of the Stone Clan's ancestors and a legacy of their indomitable will!

He took a deep breath, transforming the sadness and emotion in his heart into boundless fighting spirit.

"This sword is named 'Intercept'!"

Qin Yuan's voice was filled with determination and resolve: "With this sword, I will cut out that sliver of hope!"

"截" means to cut off, intercept, or seize a sliver of hope.

This is the name Qin Yuan gave to this short sword, and it is also his inheritance of the will of the Stone Clan ancestors!

The moment the word "intercept" was uttered, the world changed color!

A terrifying sword intent erupted from Qin Yuan, sweeping across the heavens and earth.

The short sword in his hand emitted a clear, ringing sound, and its blade shone with divine light, like a dazzling galaxy stretching across the heavens and earth.

At this moment, Qin Yuan seemed to transform into an ancient war god, wielding a divine sword and cleaving through the sky!

The sword was drawn, and the world trembled!

A terrifying sword light shot out from the short sword, like a bolt of lightning slicing through the night sky, slashing towards the corpse of the Black Feathered Golden Roc.

Wherever the sword light passed, space shattered and the void trembled!

This sword strike contained all of Qin Yuan's power, the indomitable will of the Stone Clan's ancestors, and the determination to protect the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!

Rumble!

With a deafening roar, the sword light slammed into the corpse of the Black Feathered Golden Roc.

The enormous beast head was sliced ​​off instantly, like tofu, under the sword light!

Black blood gushed out from the severed neck like a fountain, staining the earth red.

As the beast's head fell to the ground, a powerful will surged forth, attempting to escape.