Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

Lin Zhao gripped the hilt of the sword, and the blade emitted a clear and resonant sword cry with extremely strong penetrating power. The sword cry still echoed in the air as the tip of the sword was already pointing at the massive demonic body of the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Spirits.

The Holy Son of All Spirits looked at the sword and uttered a common phrase.

"Grass."

Fourth-tier sword-wielding magic weapon.

This is different from the Luo Huang Ding. The Luo Huang Ding couldn't do anything to him because it was more focused on support abilities.

Sword-wielding magic weapons are designed specifically for killing and are the most powerful among magic weapons of the same level. Even Nascent Soul True Monarchs dare not take them head-on, even if Lin Zhao cannot unleash their full power.

The Holy Son of All Spirits suddenly felt somewhat aggrieved.

They entered the secret realm at the same time, so why did Lin Zhao get a fourth-tier attack magic weapon while he got a support magic weapon and a fourth-tier mid-grade spiritual weapon?

Although the combined value of those two items exceeded that of the Starry Sky Rift Sword, they were of no help to his journey into the secret realm.

If he had obtained this offensive magic weapon, he would have taken over the entire secret realm long ago.

If he knew that Lin Zhao possessed a fourth-tier superior-grade Luo Tian Palace, he would probably go crazy on the spot.

Lin Zhao didn't give him a chance.

He poured all the Thunder Pool Spirit Liquid into the sword, the star-blue gemstone flashed, and the runes on the sword gradually lit up. He raised the Starry Sky Rift Sword high and swung it with all his might.

A hundred-foot-long sword aura shot out from the sword. The sword aura was silvery-white, with pale blue light dancing around its edges.

The sword energy tore through the sky, leaving a gray-black trail in its wake, as if space itself had collapsed.

This is not a divine power of the Starry Sky Rift Sword. Lin Zhao's cultivation is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and he cannot use divine powers yet.

This is just the simplest sword energy.

Whether it's Lin Zhao, Luo Wen, or the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Spirits, to truly unleash the power of a fourth-tier magic weapon, they need at least the cultivation level of the late Core Formation stage.

What they are using now is only the most basic ability of a fourth-tier magic weapon.

But it's enough to deal with the Holy Son of All Spirits.

The Holy Son of All Spirits was terrified, and all his previous boasts were thrown to the back of his mind.

All he wants now is to survive.

He hastily retrieved the incomplete fourth-tier tortoise shell, its spiritual light surging and instantly expanding to a hundred feet, forming a thick, dark shield in front of him.

A tremendous tremor resounded in all directions!

The hundred-foot-long sword energy slammed fiercely into the tortoise shell, but the fourth-tier magic weapon's body was incredibly hard and withstood the attack.

However, the violent aftershocks of the sword energy explosion could not be completely blocked. The sharp sword energy swept past the edge of the tortoise shell and splashed out backward.

Under the rampage of the silvery-white sword energy, countless demons fell and were annihilated in droves. A million demons were completely wiped out in a single strike.

The earth was blasted open with countless narrow sword marks, each dozens of feet deep, the cut surfaces smooth as mirrors, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

The area within a radius of dozens of miles was completely swept away by the sword energy.

Even the Myriad Spirits Saint's Beast Demon Body could not be maintained and disintegrated under the aftershocks of the attack, his hundred-foot-tall demon body shrinking back into human form.

He was covered in blood, his dark gold armor was shattered, and his short sword was cracked; he was in a terrible state.

He dared not linger for even a moment, neglecting his own injuries, and his body surged with blood-red light as he unleashed a blood escape technique.

A crimson beam shot into the sky, so fast that it broke free from the divine sense lock, instantly piercing the sky and disappearing without a trace.

Lin Zhao did not pursue them.

That sword strike was meant to catch the opponent off guard.

As the holy son of the dominant power, the Holy Son of All Spirits possesses countless trump cards, including life-saving secret techniques and protective treasures.

Even he himself possessed a Tier 3 top-grade substitute death talisman and a Tier 3 hundred-mile teleportation talisman, so one can imagine the opponent's strength. He could defeat the opponent now, but he did not have the ability to kill him.

Moreover, the amount of magical power he expended today was enormous.

Having forcibly shattered the Blood Moon and wielded a fourth-tier magic weapon, the spiritual liquid in the Nine Luminaries Thunder Pool was now empty.

Unless one can fully activate the divine power of a fourth-tier magic weapon—that's something to do after one reaches the Core Formation stage.

He can't do it yet.

Lin Zhao shook his head, sheathed the Starry Sky Rift Sword, and the runes on the sword began to darken.

He turned his gaze to the other side.

The Holy Son of Ten Thousand Spirits escaped swiftly, but the remaining nine disciples who entered the secret realm with him did not possess such powerful escape skills.

The moment he fled, the nine people also fled in different directions, each seeking a way to survive, but ultimately they were unable to escape very far.

From the direction of the ancient city, sword light suddenly appeared.

Qin Tianjun took the lead, transforming into a sharp sword rainbow and catching up with the nearest person; Xia Jin's Thunder Sword followed closely behind, its lightning flashing; Pei Yue activated the Myriad Laws Banner, conjuring countless soldiers and generals to block the way forward layer by layer.

All the people in the city also set off, with various spiritual lights, spells, and magical treasures crisscrossing, instantly setting off a hunt.

Lin Zhao also made his move, manifesting the Heavenly Heart Dharma Wheel and drawing the Golden Phoenix Bow. Using his last bit of magic power, he fired two Five Elements Annihilation Divine Arrows, locking onto his two disciples.

The divine arrow pierced the sky and exploded into two five-colored beams of light.

Of the two disciples, one was annihilated along with his protective magic treasure, leaving no trace of his body.

The other person fought desperately and dodged the fatal blow, but was severely injured by the aftershock of the divine arrow. His body exploded into a bloody mist, and he fell heavily to the ground, creating a huge crater.

Lin Zhao delivered the finishing blow, killing him instantly, and then collected the two storage bags.

The most precious item in the storage bag was a pair of third-tier teleportation blue boots, their surfaces engraved with escape technique runes, allowing for teleportation by shrinking the distance.

There is also a palm-sized, silver-gray Tier 3 spirit boat, covered in beast patterns, which can be extended to over a hundred feet, making it excellent for long-distance travel and escape.

Besides these, there were mountains of pills, spirit stones, and talismans. Lin Zhao quickly scanned them and collected them all.

Half an hour later, the pursuers returned one after another.

Of the nine disciples, four broke through the encirclement and escaped, while five perished on the spot.

The chaos caused by the demonic calamity that swept through the secret realm has been temporarily quelled.

Just then, the ninth holy site suddenly opened.

A violent fluctuation emanated from the depths of the ancient city's core, causing the entire city to tremble.

A fiery red beam of light shot into the sky from somewhere in the city.

Within the pillar of light, the phantom of an ancient seal floated and swirled, surrounded by nine phantom fire dragons whose roars could be heard hundreds of miles away.

Yan Feng stepped out of the secret chamber. In his hand he held an ancient seal, which was entirely crimson, with nine fire dragons coiled around its body, and its surface was engraved with array patterns.

He obtained the ninth fourth-tier treasure in the secret realm—the Nine Dragons Burning Heaven Seal.

The array-based magic weapon can unleash a fire-based array covering three hundred miles, with nine dragons emerging simultaneously to incinerate everything within the array.

Yan Feng looked at the seal in his hand and suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter unrestrained and wild, his eyes filled with extreme fanaticism and obsession.

"Finally... I finally got it!"

He raised the Nine Dragons Burning Heaven Seal high above his head, his voice brimming with excitement and high spirits: "Nine Dragons Burning Heaven Seal! From this day forward, even a Nascent Soul True Monarch will be no match for me!"

He finally acquired a treasure that would allow him to make a living.

With it, he had a sliver of confidence to contend with a Nascent Soul cultivator. If a Nascent Soul cultivator made a move, he would at least no longer be powerless to fight back.

Lin Zhao stood on the city wall, glanced at the pillar of light in the distance, and shook his head.

People are not as good as the sky.