I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1557 - 368: This Is No Immortal Sword—It’s Simply a Demon Sword...

Chapter 1557: Chapter 368: This Is No Immortal Sword—It’s Simply a Demon Sword...

"Did you see who it was?"

"No, the other party used a spell to conceal their appearance, no idea who it is."

"Hmph, no matter. Since he seeks death, let him find it. The terror of the magic sword has long been spread, yet someone still dares to tame it, utterly ridiculous."

"Yes, indeed."

The peeping cultivators appeared very calm about the appearance of that figure. In their understanding, the cultivator would soon be drained to a husk, without even a chance to escape.

"Look, the magic sword moved."

"It’s all over."

The dread of the magic sword had left a deep shadow in their hearts. Even when they closed their eyes, the terrifying image of the magic sword appeared in their minds.

Yet what was unbelievable to them was that the magic sword did not attack but instead circled around the cultivator.

Startling the sect cultivators into jaw-dropping shock.

Incredulous. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Soon, that figure, with the magic sword, walked into the Secret Realm. Following the figure’s entry into the Secret Realm,

the sect cultivators erupted.

"Who is he? Why is the magic sword so obedient and did not kill him?"

The sect cultivators looked at each other, clueless about the situation, as this had surpassed their imagination and even their understanding.

In the Secret Realm.

Sunshine Shelter.

"Frostmourne, you’ve been naughty, killed quite a lot of cultivators." Lin Fan gently stroked Frostmourne’s blade, as if chatting with an old friend.

The sword trembled slightly, Frostmourne, with a spirit, knowing Lin Fan had returned. Led by Lin Fan to pursue positive energy, Frostmourne naturally disliked slaughter, acting only to protect its beloved home.

"I know you want to know when I’ll return, soon, really soon. I’ve been striving hard, and I’ll bring everyone back together."

Lin Fan spoke softly.

Returning here, looking at the ice-sealed buildings, his mind wandered to the beautiful moments spent with everyone, everything was so beautiful and longing.

"You’ve protected well, truly you’ve worked hard."

Frostmourne trembled, evidently responding to Lin Fan, all was worth it, not laborious at all; guarding here is my duty, no matter what, I won’t let anyone ruin this beauty.

Lin Fan sat on the ground, chatting with Frostmourne leisurely.

Though it was Lin Fan’s monologue, he knew Frostmourne could understand.

"In the Cultivation World, I made a deal with a deceased old immortal. I protected his grandson for a lifetime of peace, and he gave me something I wanted to know. Over the years spent together, that child has grown dependent on me, and I quite like him too."

"I’ve realized, people in the Cultivation World actually know nothing about the origin of the Secret Realm, it’s beyond their understanding, made by the heavens and earth."

Lin Fan spoke, looking towards the sky, aware that the Earth’s will had fallen asleep and could not awaken.

After a long while.

Time passed swiftly.

Lin Fan stood, reinserting Frostmourne back into the ground.

"I should be on my way. Take care too; if you find them too bothersome, just seal the entrance, alright?"

He looked at Frostmourne, softly speaking.

Buzzing...

Frostmourne trembled, responding to Lin Fan.

With a smile on his face, Lin Fan cast a spell to blur his face and then headed for the exit. As he left the Secret Realm and came outside, he glanced around, many cultivators lurking in observation.

"Everyone, leave now. This Secret Realm will not be open to outsiders."

"Frostmourne killed so many of you, not by choice, but you were too bothersome."

Lin Fan didn’t know if his words would be taken to heart by them, but he instantly vanished, leaving not a trace. Some Divine Transformation experts attempted to spy on Lin Fan, but couldn’t even glimpse a shadow, leaving them feeling equally terrified of him.

After a moment of silence.

Gradually, voices emerged.

"Who on earth is he?"

This question also lingered in everyone’s minds, all desiring to know his identity, yet no one knew, for his demeanor was too mysterious.

Gradually, some cultivators approached the Secret Realm, only to find its entrance sealed by ice, unable to enter, leaving many sects dissatisfied, with numerous deaths and injuries but unable to penetrate it, a result they couldn’t accept.

No one believed they could break through the ice layer.

After all, even a Nascent Soul cultivator wielding the ’Mountain Splitting Axe’ struck the ice layer vigorously, with a mighty momentum, the axe beam tens of feet long, but who could have thought, the seemingly fierce blow didn’t even result in a single ice shard.

Shocking all cultivators into wide-eyed disbelief.

To cause such a commotion, only to end up like this?

After this incident, they understood the exceptionally high hardness of the ice layer, for even the Three Suns True Fire of Three Suns Zhenren couldn’t melt it.

...

The matter spread quickly.

On the second day after Lin Fan returned from the Secret Realm, it seemed the entire Central State had heard of a mysterious cultivator appearing near the Secret Realm, not only unscathed by the magic sword but also favored by it, and the magic sword returned to the Secret Realm, its entrance sealed by ice.

This scenario was something the sect cultivators found unacceptable.

To suffer such heavy losses, only to be left with nothing?

Not even to gain a benefit from it?

And to the loose cultivators, it was juicy gossip to chat about in leisure, with the sects’ substantial losses secretly bringing them a sense of schadenfreude.