Under the scorching heat of the sun.

The Demon Ancestor's heart shrank smaller and smaller.

Meanwhile, spiritual rain began to fall again within Chen Tianwen's dantian.

Soon, his Qi Sea was filled again, and the bottleneck of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm was completely broken through at this moment.

Late Nascent Soul stage...

Peak Nascent Soul stage...

"Young friend, spare my life, and I can tell you about an earth-shattering opportunity that will allow you to break through to the Integration stage, or even the Void Refinement stage..."

The Demon Ancestor's voice was pleading, devoid of its previous arrogance.

This time, he really panicked.

Even when he faced Jian Shiliu before, he was never like this today.

A slight smile appeared on Chen Tianwen's lips as he stood quietly in mid-air.

He wouldn't believe a single word the Demon Ancestor said.

He now has only one goal.

That means killing the Demon Ancestor!

"Ahhh..."

As time passed, the Demon Ancestor's voice gradually faded away.

The true fire of the sun gradually died out.

Chen Tianwen's cultivation level remained at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

The Demon Ancestor's Heart was now just a shriveled clump, like a dried-up date pit.

"goodbye!"

Chen Tianwen silently bid farewell in his heart.

The two swords crossed, and a crystal-clear sword intent of reincarnation slashed towards the remnants of the Demon Ancestor's Heart.

When faced with such a cunning being from three thousand years ago, one can never be too careful.

A gentle breeze blew by, as if Chen Tianwen had missed some of the sounds.

But that's not important.

The Demon Ancestor's Heart was completely evaporated without leaving a trace under the influence of the Samsara Sword Intent.

The Demon Ancestor is dead!

Chen Tianwen took a deep breath and stored both the Heart-Piercing Sword and the Spring and Autumn Sword into his sea of ​​consciousness.

He looked up.

Buzzing

Above him, the Heavenly Profound Sword was easily circling around him.

"Come home with me."

Chen Tianwen extended his hand, his tone gentle.

As if understanding his words, Tianxuan slowly descended into Chen Tianwen's hand.

Look at the dense cracks on its blade.

"Thanks a lot!"

Chen Tianwen sighed, feeling a deep sense of loss.

The great battle three thousand years ago left indelible marks on the Heavenly Profound Sword.

The immortal patterns on its body flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and there was even a risk of them shattering.

"Don't worry, I'll fix you."

Chen Tianwen smiled gently, then put the Tianxuan Sword into his storage ring.

He looked into the distance.

Dozens of long streaks of light were seen rushing towards them; they were the elders of the Divine Sword Sect.

Now that this matter is over

He's going back too.