The morning glow is like flying smoke, and the bright moon is neither full nor waning.

Only when the illusory image of the jade plate shattered with a deafening roar did the people nearby recover from the astonishing phenomenon.

Looking at the alien races in front of Jiang Wuyuan, some were dead and some were wounded.

Several others with lower cultivation levels were instantly annihilated by this sword strike.

Against the backdrop of golden array patterns, Jiang Wuyuan, who was constantly wielding his sword among the alien races, seemed to be dancing in a golden ocean.

Although it was a sword dance that reaped lives.

The members of the hunting party and the military soldiers, enveloped by the array patterns, felt their strength enhanced and attacked even more fiercely.

The Traceless Hunting Group truly lives up to its reputation as one of the three major hunting groups, possessing formidable strength.

Leaving aside Ji Chen and Ji Yan, who are already at the peak and late stage of Grandmaster respectively, among the remaining dozens of people, nearly ten of them also possess Grandmaster cultivation.

The fighting, which had initially been somewhat hampered by the military soldiers, became much easier with the addition of the Traceless Hunting Group.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long.

Suddenly, an extremely distant and terrifying sound wave came from the deeper part of the abyss.

It seemed to be murmuring, uttering some incomprehensible characters.

However, Jiang Wuyuan immediately noticed that the alien races that were constantly arriving in front of him had become much stronger because of the appearance of this voice.

And they became even more fearless.

He was so brave and fearless that even when his head was severed by a sword, he still wore a strange, ferocious smile on his face.

This scene made Jiang Wuyuan's heart sink.

He suddenly recalled the scene he had seen in the Hundred Battles Return Secret Realm.

That time, Senior Xunwu led him to the top of the abyss rift in a concealed manner.

He never told anyone what he saw in the abyss, but he would never forget that scene.

...

Deep within the abyss, a vast and boundless rune flickers.

Beneath the runes, Jiang Wuyuan saw a huge and eerie eye slowly open.

Its pupils are scarlet, with almost no white in the eyes.

Those eyes held so many emotions.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness; compassion and cruelty.

These are clearly contradictory feelings, yet they blend together perfectly.

Even just a glimpse through the distance left Jiang Wuyuan feeling lingering fear.

Clearly, that was just a projection within the secret realm.

If it were true, Jiang Wuyuan believed that he would probably be dead at that moment.

That's why he was pulled away by Xunwu without any resistance, because at that time he couldn't even lift his own hands and feet.

It was a sense of oppression that even peak Saint-level experts like Nian Qingfeng did not possess.

Jiang Wuyuan guessed that it might be...

A foreign emperor.

...

At that moment, the voice that suddenly appeared for some unknown reason reminded Jiang Wuyuan of the scene from back then.

A monk's intuition is never without reason.

However, among humans, since the spiritual energy of Blue Star recovered for hundreds or nearly thousands of years, no one stronger than a half-emperor has ever been born.

This intuition sent a chill down Jiang Wuyuan's spine.

But it did not diminish his resolve to face the abyss.

Even an emperor wouldn't be allowed.

Gradually, the influence of that voice was no longer limited to the group of overly excited aliens.

It begins to stir up the darkest emotions in people's hearts.

The most direct feeling was that Jiang Wuyuan felt his killing intent had become much stronger.

But it wasn't directed at people, but at other races.

...This feeling isn't bad at all.

Although it wasn't exactly pleasant, Jiang Wuyuan didn't really like the feeling of not being able to control his emotions.

So, for a moment, even the force with which he raised his sword to slash at the alien race increased.

Unfortunately, people with such unwavering resolve as Jiang Wuyuan are few and far between.

Just because Jiang Wuyuan wasn't greatly affected doesn't mean others weren't.

Near the lake, hundreds of people were cleaning up the silt and joining the fight, most of whom were severely affected.

Even worse, some have already begun to attack their colleagues.

"Why... why is your cultivation level higher than mine! Why is your talent better than mine! Come here and prepare to die!!"

"You little brat, I've had my eye on you for ages!"

"Blood...blood...kill...kill them all!"

Seeing the scene instantly descend into chaos, Jiang Wuyuan frowned.

The mysterious voice in his ear continued to grow, and it was already affecting Jiang Wuyuan's ability to think.

But he forced himself to calm down.

Compared to Grandmasters, Great Grandmasters are in a much better situation.

Faced with this provocative voice, one can remain almost completely unmoved.

However, the group did not underestimate this mysterious phenomenon. They had to spare some attention from their battle to knock out the person who attacked their comrade, and then wake him up after the sound disappeared.

At the same time, the Devouring Star sword in Jiang Wuyuan's hand emitted a series of loud sword cries, as if reminding him to stay clear-headed.

Jiang Wuyuan slightly curled his lips, raised his left hand and slowly stroked the constantly trembling blade of the Devouring Star sword. Looking at the battlefield gap left by the unconscious people in front of him, he suddenly took a step.

Clouds drift and expand in the sky!

...

On the side.

After Jin Quexie killed the sixth-tier peak alien, he turned around and found that the figure of the boy who had been intentionally or unintentionally guarding behind him had disappeared.

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