This place is vast and open, surrounded by black rocks.
The rock walls are engraved with numerous terrifying patterns, exuding an ominous aura.
And in the center of the space, there is a huge altar.
On the altar lies a pitch-black long blade.
The blade is slender and sharp, etched with countless intricate inscriptions.
The inscriptions flicker with an eerie red light, sending a shiver down one's spine.
"Is it you?"
Zhang Beixing murmured softly, eyes heavy with intensity.
He slowly stepped forward, reaching out to grasp the hilt of the long blade.
In an instant, a terrifying power surged into his body.
It was a power that tore at the soul, devouring life.
Enough to make any living being feel despair and fear.
But Zhang Beixing remained calm as ever.
He allowed this power to rampage within him, his eyes becoming even brighter.
"Very good, you truly live up to your reputation."
His lips curved slightly, his tone full of admiration.
