Possessed by my father, I was reborn and became the supreme ruler.

However, this is just the calm before the storm.

The spatial turbulence did not weaken; instead, it became even more violent.

The pitch-black crack, like the gaping maw of an abyss, continued to expand, swallowing everything around it.

Suddenly, a piercing shriek tore through the sky, and several dark figures shot out from the spatial rift, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on the group.

These shadowy figures came in various shapes and sizes; some resembled giant bats, while others looked like octopuses with countless tentacles, all exuding a nauseating, fishy stench.

"Space creatures!" Senior Xuanfeng's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "Everyone be careful, these things are extremely troublesome!"

Ye Yunjian's eyes narrowed, and he drew his long sword. A sharp sword aura ripped through the void, slashing towards a spatial creature that was rushing towards him.

The sword energy collided with the creature's hard shell, producing a metallic clang, but leaving only a shallow mark.

"What a hard shell!" Ye Yunjian was startled.

At the same time, Jian Chen and Murong Feng also made their moves, their swords flashing and their blades flashing as they fought fiercely against the spatial creatures.

However, these space creatures not only possessed astonishing defensive capabilities but also moved with lightning speed, making it difficult for the group to repel them for the time being.

Senior Xuanfeng carefully observed the direction of the spatial turbulence, his brows furrowed, as if searching for something.

The air was thick with the stench of blood. The howling of spatial turbulence, the roars of spatial creatures, and the clash of weapons intertwined to create a symphony of death.

A sense of tension washed over everyone like waves, and the shadow of death loomed over their hearts.

Suddenly, Senior Xuanfeng abruptly raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. Pointing to a massive spatial vortex in the distance, he exclaimed urgently, "There! The source of the spatial turbulence is there!"

Zi Yan's gaze followed, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "I see..." He slowly raised his hand, a purple flame rising gently from his palm. "Looks like this is going to be interesting..."

Ye Yunjian's long sword danced, its sword energy like a rainbow, yet he was unable to inflict fatal damage on the creatures in the space.

He noticed that whenever the Xuanhuo Sect disciples activated their flame power, these spatial creatures would instinctively retreat.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately asked Senior Xuanfeng, "Senior, these spatial creatures seem to fear the fire power of my Xuanhuo Sect!"

Senior Xuanfeng stroked his beard, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "Yunjian, your observation is remarkable! Indeed, these spatial creatures are born from spatial turbulence, and what they fear most is the power of extreme yang and strength, and the flames of my Xuanhuo Sect are their nemesis!"

After saying that, Senior Xuanfeng formed a hand seal, and a pure flame power surged out from his body, transforming into streaks of fiery red light that flowed into the weapons in everyone's hands.

The once cold sword now seemed to be burning, radiating a scorching heat.

Ye Yunjian felt the longsword in his hand buzzing, and a powerful force surged into his body.

He took a deep breath and swung his sword again at a spatial creature.

This time, the sword energy, carrying raging flames, cleaved through the shell of the spatial creature with unstoppable force, letting out a shrill roar.

"It works!" Ye Yunjian's spirits lifted, and he shouted, "Everyone, attack with the power of fire!"

Everyone followed suit, and in an instant, sword light was like fire, and blade shadows were like rainbows. The scorching power of the flames swept out, and the spatial creatures that came into contact with the flames all retreated. Some were even burned to ashes.

The crowd, who had been suppressed, were now in high spirits. Ye Yunjian took the lead and led the group to attack, repelling the surrounding spatial creatures one by one.

His calm judgment and decisive command earned him everyone's admiration.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Lingxi quietly approached Ye Yunjian and handed him a fragrant pill.

"Yunjian, be careful," she said softly.

Ye Yunjian accepted the pill, feeling a warmth in his heart. He gently patted Lingxi's shoulder to comfort her.

A warm feeling flowed silently between the two.

The spirit girl, who was not far away, took in the whole scene. A pang of sadness rose in her heart, but she could only silently suppress this feeling.

Just when everyone thought they were safe for the time being, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

The spatial turbulence somehow transported them to an unfamiliar place.

An eerie atmosphere permeated the air, and the surrounding scenery appeared blurred in the distorted space, as if a great danger was lurking within.

"Where...where is this?" Gu Ying's voice trembled slightly, breaking the eerie silence.

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A secret location has been discovered, and a new battle is about to begin.

The thick darkness, like a giant curtain, enveloped everyone.

The trees towered into the clouds, their branches twisted like dragons, emitting a faint green light that flickered like will-o'-the-wisps.

A strange fragrance filled the air, sweet with a hint of decay, making one want to vomit.

Ye Yunjian walked at the front of the group, holding the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword tightly in his hand. The blade reflected the eerie light around him, adding to the air of menace.

His hawk-like eyes scanned his surroundings warily, a strange unease rising in his heart.

"Be careful, something's not right here." The Spirit Clan elder's deep voice echoed through the silent forest, like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's hearts.

His aged face was covered with deep wrinkles, and his cloudy eyes gleamed with worry.

"This area seems to be shrouded by some kind of force, and the energy fluctuations in the air are extremely chaotic."

But a greedy glint shone in Gu Ying's eyes.

He greedily inhaled the strange fragrance in the air, as if bewitched, muttering to himself, "Treasure...it must be a treasure..." He completely ignored everyone's advice and, as if being pulled by an invisible hand, walked into the depths of the forest.

"Gu Ying, come back!" Ye Yunjian shouted sharply, but Gu Ying ignored him and quickened his pace instead.

Suddenly, a slight tremor came from the ground, and the ground beneath Gu Ying's feet collapsed instantly. He let out a terrified scream and fell to the ground.

At the bottom of the trap, countless sharp spikes gleamed with a cold light, like claws reaching out from hell.

Gu Ying's body was pierced by sharp spikes, and her blood instantly stained the bottom of the trap red.

"Ancient Shadow!" Lingxi exclaimed, covering her mouth.

Everyone rushed to the edge of the trap, where they saw Gu Ying lying at the bottom, groaning in pain, with blood gushing from his wounds.

"Quickly save him!" Murong Feng shouted anxiously.

Everyone tried to use their spiritual power to attack the restrictions around the trap, but the restrictions remained as solid as an impenetrable wall.

A powerful rebound force blasted everyone back, and Jian Chen let out a muffled groan as a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

“This restriction…” Elder Xuanfeng’s expression was solemn, “is extraordinary.”

Anxiety spread through the crowd, and an atmosphere of despair enveloped everyone.

Just then, a chilling voice came from beside the trap: "Truly... disgusting greed..." The shadowy figure appeared at the edge of the trap like a ghost. He was dressed in black, his face hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see his features. Only a pair of eyes that gleamed with a cold light could be seen, as chilling as a venomous snake.

He looked down at the ancient figure, barely alive in the trap, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth, as if looking at an ant struggling for its last breath.

“Truly… disgusting greed…” Shadow’s voice was hoarse and low, as if it came from the depths of hell, carrying a chilling aura.

Seeing this, everyone gripped their weapons tightly, watching the shadow warily, fearing he might kill Gu Ying.

Lingxi gripped Ye Yunjian's sleeve tightly, her eyes filled with fear.

However, to everyone's surprise, Shadow did not make a move against Ancient Shadow.

He pulled out a strangely shaped black object from his pocket, muttered incantations, and a strange energy fluctuation emanated from the object, enveloping the restrictions surrounding the trap.

The barrier melted away like ice and snow, revealing the spikes at the bottom of the trap and the dying ancient shadow.

The shadow's actions baffled everyone, and puzzled looks appeared on their faces.

Just as everyone was wondering, the shadow suddenly moved.

His figure moved with lightning speed, and a jet-black dagger appeared in his hand at some unknown time, aimed straight at Ye Yunjian's throat.

Ye Yunjian's pupils shrank sharply. At the critical moment, he barely dodged the fatal blow by turning to the side. The dagger grazed his cheek, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

"You're courting death!" Jian Chen and Murong Feng roared in anger upon seeing this, and simultaneously drew their swords to attack the shadow.

Swords flashed and sword energy crisscrossed; the two worked in perfect harmony, each move deadly.

The shadowy figure moved with ghostly speed, easily dodging the attacks of the two, while simultaneously flashing daggers and launching counterattacks.

His moves were unpredictable and varied, making them difficult to defend against, and Jian Chen and Murong Feng gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

"I'm here to help you!" Elder Xuanfeng and Ziyan also joined the battle.

The five of them joined forces and surrounded the shadow, and a fierce battle ensued.

The clash of swords and the surge of spiritual energy caused the entire forest to tremble.

Although Shadow fought against five people single-handedly, he was not at a disadvantage in the slightest.

His power is strange and strong, and his moves are extremely ruthless. Even if five people joined forces, they would find it difficult to suppress him.

During the battle, Ye Yunjian keenly sensed that the power of the shadows did not seem to be ordinary spiritual power, but rather a more sinister and evil force.

His gaze sharpened, and he said in a deep voice, "Be careful, his power..."

In his confrontations with the Shadow, Ye Yunjian gradually figured out the opponent's tactics.

Although the power of the shadow was strange and powerful, and its speed was as fast as a ghost, Ye Yunjian keenly noticed that every time the power changed, the shadow would pause for a very short time, as if a high-speed gear suddenly jammed.

This subtle flaw is difficult for ordinary people to notice, but for Ye Yunjian, who has experienced life and death and has memories of his past life, it is as conspicuous as a firefly in the dark.

His eyes were sharp, fixed on the shadow's movements, waiting for the perfect moment.

Shadow launched another attack, the black dagger slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Ye Yunjian's chest.

Ye Yunjian neither dodged nor evaded. Just as the dagger was about to touch his clothes, he suddenly turned to the side, and at the same time, his spiritual power surged wildly, and the supreme technique of the Xuanhuo Sect—"Burning Heaven Sword Art"—was suddenly activated.

Crimson flames instantly enveloped Ye Yunjian's Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, roaring out like a fire dragon with the momentum to burn everything, accurately striking the gap in the conversion of shadow power.

"Pfft!" Shadow groaned, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood that stained the ground red.

The black dagger also flew out of his hand and landed in the grass nearby with a crisp sound.

"Good!" Upon seeing this, Jian Chen, Murong Feng, and the others were greatly encouraged and let out a deafening cheer.

They never expected that Ye Yunjian would be able to find the Shadow's weakness and strike successfully, and their admiration for him arose spontaneously.

At this moment, the spirit girl, carrying a water pouch, ran up to Ye Yunjian's side, her cheeks flushed.

Ye Yunjian took the water pouch, smiled slightly at the girl, and the atmosphere around them immediately became warm.

Lingxi stood aside, silently watching this scene, her heart filled with mixed feelings. She was happy for Ye Yunjian, but also felt a little lost.

However, just when everyone thought victory was assured, an unexpected change occurred.

Shadow struggled to his feet. He was pale and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he revealed a strange smile.

He pulled out a uniquely shaped signal flare from his pocket and pulled the fuse hard.

"Whoosh!" A sharp whistling sound pierced the night sky as the signal flare, trailing a long plume of flame, flew into the distance.

At the same time, a low, guttural response came from afar, like the roar of a wild beast, sending chills down one's spine.

Ye Yunjian stared intently in the direction from which the signal flare had risen, a deep sense of unease rising within him.

"Here it comes..." he whispered.

As Ye Yunjian gazed at the signal flare that pierced the night sky, a wave of vigilance washed over him.

That crimson tail flame, like the trajectory of the Grim Reaper's scythe, foreshadowed the coming bloodshed.

His gaze became deep and sharp, as if it could pierce through the night and look directly at the threat lurking in the darkness.

The surrounding crowd gathered around, their initial joy vanished, replaced by solemn expressions.

The tense atmosphere was like a sky covered with dark clouds, making it hard to breathe.

An unsettling sense of oppression hung in the air, like the calm before a storm, threatening to erupt with a deafening roar at any moment.

The elder of the Spirit Clan gripped the ancient staff tightly in his hand. The gems inlaid on the staff shimmered with a faint light, revealing his deep fear of the unknown dangers.

"They're here!" Ye Yunjian's deep voice broke the silence.

As soon as he finished speaking, moving black shadows appeared in the distant night sky.

They moved incredibly fast, approaching as swiftly as ghosts.

That was the Shadow Legion summoned by Shadow.

These shadowy figures were bizarre, like demons crawling out of the depths of hell. Their movements carried with them gusts of cold, evil wind, and wherever they went, a strong aura of death permeated the air.

The menacing aura emanating from them seemed to freeze the air, sending chills down one's spine.

The spirit girl turned pale with fright at the horrifying sight, her once bright eyes now filled with terror.

Her small hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, her chest heaved violently, and her breathing became rapid.