Max level Divinity: Summon Eastern Gods at the start of the game

Xing Tian smiled happily.

Su Ming's face darkened: Oh, whether it's small or not doesn't matter, let's make contact first.

Xing Tian replied with a hint of disdain, "I'm not kidding, but you're just too small. My head is big enough to fill a lake; how could you possibly lift it?"

Xing Tian never took the rendezvous seriously.

He just wanted someone to come see him and chat with him for a while.

That's enough.

Su Ming glanced over and saw that Xing Tian's head was not far away, buried ten feet underground.

The restrictions left by the Yellow Emperor are clearly visible above, especially the overwhelming sword energy. Apart from the Xuanyuan Sword, the emperor of swords and the head of divine swords, no other sword energy can remain unchanged for ten thousand years.

"Don't get too close, lest you be injured by the Xuanyuan Sword's energy."

Xing Tian reminded him, a look of apprehension on his face.

Su Ming tried throwing a stone into the restricted area, but it was instantly cleaved into powder by the sword energy.

"Not to mention stone, even ancient immortal gold couldn't withstand it."

Xing Tian sighed, "Come and chat with me for a while. I can't see the outside world, and I want to hear what you have to say."

"Ugh."

Su Ming sighed inwardly.

I never imagined that the mighty God of War, who was once an immortal warrior, would fall into such a state of desolation.

“Senior Xing Tian, ​​I cannot lift your head, but if I can break the seal on it, could you put your head back?” Su Ming said earnestly.

Xing Tian laughed loudly: "You are too naive. The seal left by the Xuanyuan clan is ten thousand times more difficult than lifting my head."

If it weren't for the Xuanyuan Sword Formation, Xing Tian would have reattached his head long ago, instead of suffering for ten thousand years.

Su Ming, however, believed that breaking the seal was much simpler than raising his head.

Time was of the essence, leaving him no time to verify his conjecture.

Su Ming leaped into the air, enveloped in Qi, and jumped down.

"Boom!"

A burst of white light suddenly appeared in the restricted area, engulfing him completely.

"No!" Xing Tian shouted urgently, his massive body instantly standing upright in an attempt to stop Su Ming's dangerous actions.

However, as his giant hand approached the restricted area, it was entangled by tens of thousands of golden rays and forced to be blasted away several thousand meters.

"Cough cough... Child, why did you do this to yourself?" Xing Tian was filled with remorse.

However, they did not notice that a glimmer of starlight was rising slowly within the Xuanyuan Sword Formation.

With a thunderous sword strike, a dazzling sword spirit rose from the ground.

"Xuanyuan Sword!"

Sensing that aura of supreme authority, Xing Tian trembled involuntarily, then instantly flew into a rage.

In a daze, he saw a figure, the one from Xing Tian's memories.

"Xuanyuan clan, the great war from ten thousand years ago is not over yet, come and face your death!"

The giant hand struck again, but this time no Xuanyuan Sword Qi flew out. Instead, a voice brought Xing Tian back to his senses.

"Great God Xingtian, it's me."

Xing Tian's aura stabilized slightly: "Little brat, you're not dead?"

"How did you..."

"No! Impossible! How could you possibly break the Xuanyuan Sword Formation? Unless it's Ji Xuanyuan himself, no one else in this world could do it!" Xing Tian thought about this and felt a chill run down his spine.

Because there is another possibility.

That is the reincarnation of Ji Xuanyuan, but as the first of the Five Emperors among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Ji Xuanyuan was already immortal, so how could there be any talk of reincarnation?

Xing Tian's feelings towards the little baby suddenly became complicated.

When the golden light faded, Su Ming reappeared in front of Xing Tian.

He now had something extra in his hand: a fragment of the Xuanyuan Sword!

Xing Tian was astonished, "You are actually immune to the Xuanyuan Sword Qi!"

Not only that, the sacred aura on the Xuanyuan Sword fragment was also erased, turning it into an ordinary piece of debris.

Since ancient times, divine swords have recognized their masters, let alone the divine sword Xuanyuan. If it is forcibly subdued, the Xuanyuan Sword will self-destruct and turn into dust.

At this moment, Xing Tian's gaze towards Su Ming became more cautious.

"Great God Xingtian, my time is running out. I will explain what happened here to you later." Su Ming put away the fragments of the Xuanyuan Sword, vaguely guessing why he was able to remain unaffected by the sword formation.

But the most important thing right now is to put Xing Tian's head back on.

"So be it, so be it. If it is fate, then I shall go with you." Xing Tian walked slowly.