Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

Zhou Xian let out a long sigh and muttered to himself, "Huh! I'm finally back to normal."

The previous battle with the White Tiger was fierce beyond imagination, and his body, magic power and fighting spirit were all severely damaged. Fortunately, the elements of heaven and earth here are extremely rich, like gentle hands, slowly but powerfully repairing his broken body.

Even so, it took him three full days to recover. If he were to go to another place where the elements of heaven and earth were not so abundant, he would not be able to return to his peak state in less than ten days or half a month.

Not to mention that during his recuperation, a level nine spiny-backed iron-armored dragon and a peak level nine purple-striped black bear came. Fortunately, he had recovered more than half by then and was able to barely drive away these two "uninvited guests".

Zhou Xian slowly raised his head and looked straight at the top of the cave, his eyes flashing with a light of exploration and determination. He whispered to himself: "If my guess is correct, this should be the place."

The top of the cave seemed to hide endless mysteries, with strands of heaven and earth elements like lively spirits, constantly escaping from it. These elements were so dense that they were almost tangible, and under the reflection of the faint light, they flashed a charming and dreamy halo, like a flowing light and shadow painting, constantly changing shape and color.

Zhou Xian ignored the puzzled look of the little fox beside him. He kicked his legs hard and leaped towards the top of the cave like a black lightning.

He arrived at his destination in the blink of an eye. Without hesitation, he raised his right fist high. His fist was filled with surging fighting spirit, like a volcano about to erupt, accumulating the power to destroy the world.

Then, he punched out, and in an instant, the entire cave shook violently, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting. Where the fist hit, dust surged up like an angry dragon, instantly filling the entire space; broken stones flew everywhere like raindrops, hitting the walls of the cave, making a crackling sound, sharp and piercing.

After a while, the flying dust slowly settled, and the entire cave gradually became clear. A black round platform suddenly appeared on the top of the cave, which was originally covered by dust and fog. On the round platform, complex and fine lines intertwined with each other, winding and overlapping, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story. Looking closely, these lines were not randomly carved, but a complete and complex magic circle. The runes on the magic circle flashed a faint and strange light, as if emitting mysterious fluctuations.

What was amazing was that in the center of the round platform, a purple long sword was inserted diagonally. The sword was glowing with a faint light, and the purple halo was jumping like a lively flame, interweaving a layer of dreamlike gauze, which echoed with the ancient and complicated magic circle around it, exuding a fascinating mysterious atmosphere.

It stood there quietly, but seemed to have life. The hilt of the sword trembled slightly, as if humming, and as if announcing its extraordinary life experience to the world. Zhou Xian's eyes were instantly attracted and he could no longer look away.

"Purple Blood Sword."

Zhou Xian's voice was low, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable certainty. His eyes were fixed on the purple sword, full of excitement.

The sword in front of him did not belong to this plane. Zhou Xian knew clearly that it came from Hell, one of the four highest planes.

Faced with such a magical weapon, an ordinary person would probably have been unable to suppress his greed and desire and would have been eager to reach out and take it into his pocket.

However, Zhou Xian was completely different from them. In addition to the shock he felt when he first saw the artifact, there was more hesitation in his eyes.

Zhou Xian stared at the Purple Blood Sword, his mind torn between his conscience and his desires. Although this divine weapon from hell was tempting, and he just happened to be in need of a weapon, Zhou Xian, who was familiar with its origins, did not dare to make any move.

Zhou Xian stood there, his eyes fixed on the Purple Blood Sword, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. His eyes were full of struggle and unwillingness, but reason eventually overcame the desire in his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Xian let out a long, heavy sigh, as if to vent all the helplessness in his heart. He shook his head slowly, his movements were slow and heavy, and each time he shook his head, he was filled with endless regret. He knew better than anyone that although this artifact had endless power, with his current strength, trying to get his hands on it would undoubtedly be a road to his own death.

This magic sword seals those extremely terrifying guys in the plane prison. Once it is pulled out rashly, it will break the fragile balance and release them prematurely. With his current ability, he has no chance of dealing with it.

Thinking of those horrible beings imprisoned in the plane prison, Zhou Xian felt a chill down his spine, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back. He took a deep breath, suppressed his inner reluctance, and finally took a deep look at the Purple Blood Sword. He raised his hand and condensed countless rubbles to cover the entire circular platform again. In order to avoid being discovered by other magic beasts, he even carved a magic circle to hide it, which could not be discovered without the power of the Holy Domain.

After doing all this, his mind kept flashing back to the experiences during this period. He had gone through countless dangers in the Warcraft Mountains, fought a life-and-death battle with the white tiger, and repelled the Thornback Iron Armored Dragon and the Purple-striped Black Bear.

"It's time to go back." Zhou Xian whispered softly, with a bit of relief in his voice. The days in the Warcraft Mountains were like an adventure of ups and downs, and now it was finally coming to an end.

He turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on the little fox beside him. The little fox's smart eyes were looking at him curiously, and its fluffy tail was shaking gently. Zhou Xian fell into a brief thought, and after a moment, he spoke in a gentle voice: "You are free."

The little fox seemed to understand what he said, its ears trembled slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in its eyes. It circled Zhou Xian happily for a few times, then stopped not far away, looked back at him, and then turned around, like a white lightning, and disappeared into the dense jungle.

Seeing the little fox happily leaving, Zhou Xian smiled faintly. He didn't stay any longer, turned around, and walked out of the cave.

The sunlight poured down, stretching his figure to be slender. But just as he stepped out of the cave, a white shadow flashed by like a ghost.

Zhou Xian subconsciously stopped and looked around alertly. When he looked closely, he saw that it was the little fox, holding a bloody rabbit in its mouth, running towards him vigorously.

The little fox's fur shone with a soft white light in the sun, and its eyes were sparkling, full of excitement and anticipation.

It ran to Zhou Xian's feet, put down the rabbit in its mouth, then jumped onto Zhou Xian's shoulder, looked at Zhou Xian, and wagged its tail like a rattle.

"Is this relying on myself?"

Zhou Xian was slightly stunned, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his eyebrows unconsciously raised slightly. After a moment of stunned, he quickly reacted and couldn't help laughing.

Looking at the little fox on his shoulder, his bright eyes were full of expectation and his fluffy tail was wagging non-stop, obviously treating him as a support.

"You little foodie, you know how to pick people." Zhou Xian reached out and gently touched the little fox's head. The little fox squinted comfortably, purred softly in its throat, and rubbed its head against Zhou Xian's hand.

(End of this chapter)