Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

That young man who once walked out of the dead end of the Cangming Water Mansion with them.

"you say."

Lin Yan spoke carefully, his tone carrying a rare hint of curiosity.

"How's Su Yu doing these days?"

Upon hearing this name...

Cang Han's brows furrowed slightly.

He pondered for a moment.

"Su Yu..."

Cang Han recalled Su Yu's performance back then.

He has good talent.

He also has a very calm and composed temperament.

but.

Cultivation in the Primordial Chaos Realm is not just about talent and temperament.

It's more about resources, heritage, and the ruthless determination to fight to the death.

"The two of us joined forces and went through so many life-and-death experiences before finally reaching the peak of the town."

Cang Han offered his own judgment.

He was alone.

"No background, no resources."

"I estimate that reaching the Boundless Realm would be the absolute limit."

Cang Han's tone was very objective.

"Even the Boundless Realm overestimated him."

"Perhaps it's a tidal habitat."

Tidal habitat.

In the eyes of lower-level cultivators, he might already be a master.

But compared to their current status as the pinnacle of the town, they are nothing but ants.

Lin Yan listened to Cang Han's analysis.

silence.

Reason told him that Cang Han's deduction was flawless and perfectly in line with the objective laws of the Hongmeng Realm.

but.

However, his intuition as a cultivator made him vaguely feel that something was wrong.

"I always feel..."

Lin Yan frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of uncertainty.

"That kid isn't that simple."

"His eyes are so deep."

"I suspect he may have also had some kind of extraordinary encounter."

Lin Yan raised his head and looked at Cang Han.

"Perhaps he's just like us now."

"It's also at the Town Realm level."

He paused for a moment.

Lin Yan added another sentence.

"Even... the Primordial Chaos Realm!"

"impossible!"

Cang Han denied it without hesitation.

His voice rose slightly, a rare occurrence.

"Lin Yan, you're overthinking it."

Cang Han shook his head.

"Township Realm? Primordial Realm?"

"Do you think this is a cabbage?"

"Although we have just come out of the pass, we have not been exposed to much outside intelligence."

"But anyone with a brain would know that."

Cang Han stared at Lin Yan.

"What kind of hell have we gone through to get to where we are today?"

"What makes that kid so special?"

"There's no reason for him to have crossed so many realms so easily."

Cang Han's tone was resolute and unwavering.

"unless--"

Cang Han gave a cold laugh.

"He opened it!"

A mild complaint.

Wandering in the deathly silent stone chamber.

Lin Yan did not refute.

He smiled, his expression regaining its composure.

indeed.

Unless it's opened, how could it possibly be faster than people like them who risk their lives to achieve this?

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Yan suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Their gaze pierced through the rock layers of the meteorite, looking into the depths of the meteorite belt.

"His level of cultivation is unimportant."

"The important thing is..."

A dark red battle blade slowly appeared in Lin Yan's hand.

There was no light on the blade.

Yet it exudes a terrifying aura capable of tearing apart dimensions.

"Xiao Wangchuan is coming."

Cang Han also composed himself.

A jet-black spear appeared in his hand.

"Get ready to act."

The moment the two finished speaking.

Buzz—! ! !

Deep within the meteorite belt.

The once lifeless void suddenly began to twist violently.

A terrifying pressure that defies description and transcends the underlying rules.

Like a tsunami, it swept out of the spatial fault with a roar.

The Primordial Realm!

The pure pressure of the early stage of the Primordial Chaos Realm.

Under the crushing pressure of this force, the massive meteorites around them didn't even make a sound when they collided.

It turned into dust without a sound.

Followed by.

Space was forcibly torn apart.

A massive bronze warship, as large as a star, slowly emerged from the void.

On the deck of the warship stood thousands of elite Daoist warriors.

The lowest cultivation level is the Heavenly Transformation Realm.

And at the very front of the warship.

On a throne crafted from the bones of an ancient ferocious beast.

A middle-aged man clad in dark gold armor sat upright.

General Xiao Wangchuan, the Demon Slayer.

He closed his eyes.

His aura was deep and profound.

Just by sitting there, time and space around him involuntarily distorted.

And behind the bronze warship.

Thick chains of law dragged thirty-two dark golden pillars, each ten thousand feet tall.

Taiyi Gengjin Array Pillar.

Each array pillar is engraved with intricate and obscure Xuanhuang Dao patterns.

It exudes a dazzling aura of Geng metal.

Even the void itself was cut by this Geng metal energy, leaving fine cracks.

"Target spotted."

Inside the meteorite.

Lin Yan gripped the battle knife tightly in his hand.

Breathing stopped completely at that moment.

The peak laws of the Suppressing Domain within his body were suppressed to the extreme.

Like a fully drawn bow.

They were just waiting for that fatal blow.

The cold, dark spear was also slightly raised.

The spear tip locked onto Xiao Wangchuan on the bronze warship.

The two did not exchange any words.

But the tacit understanding they had cultivated over the years transformed them into a perfect killing machine at this moment.

laugh----!!!

There was no earth-shattering roar.

There were no fancy rules or lighting effects.

Deep within the meteorite belt, in that desolate void, a very thin and dark crack suddenly appeared.

This crack disregarded spatial distance and the thick, dark yellow defensive array surrounding the bronze warship.

Directly, cutting in.

next second.

The enormous bronze warship, as large as a star, silently shifted and slid off from the very center.

split into two.

On the deck, the thousands of elite Daoist warriors didn't even have time to scream.

Their bodies, true spirits, and even the origins of the Heavenly Realm within them were forcibly erased the moment they came into contact with the dark crack by an extremely pure killing rule.

Sold out instantly.

And at the very front of the warship.

On the throne crafted from the bones of an ancient ferocious beast.

General Xiao Wangchuan, the Demon Slayer, suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes, which were usually as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, suddenly narrowed into pinpoints.

Danger!

Extreme danger!

Almost at the same ten-thousandth of a second when the warship broke apart.

Xiao Wangchuan's body reacted instinctively, beyond his conscious thought.

"Royal!"

He gave a low shout.

Within his body, the primordial essence of the early stage of the Primordial Chaos Realm erupted with a thunderous roar.

The primordial energy, like a materialized galaxy, instantly condensed in front of him into a Taiji array diagram covered with Dao runes.

however.

The moment the Tai Chi formation was completed.

A dark red battle blade, with a resolute determination to cleave through everything, cleaved down from the void.

It struck the very core of the array diagram with a powerful blow.

Click!

The array diagram trembled violently.

Immediately afterwards, a jet-black spear, like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, pierced with unparalleled precision into the crack cleaved by the battle blade.

The spear tip spun rapidly.

boom----!!!

The absolute defense of the early stage of the Primordial Realm shattered with a bang under the perfect coordination of this sword and spear.

Xiao Wangchuan's pupils were fixed on what was in front of him.

Two figures clad in tattered gray-black armor, like death gods crawling out of hell, approached from the left and right.

Lin Yan.

Cold and desolate.

Neither of them had any expression on their faces.

There was no ecstatic joy at a successful sneak attack, nor any fear of facing a powerful being at the Hongmeng Realm.

There is only one kind of cold, extreme focus.

"kill."

Lin Yan's lips moved slightly, uttering a single word.

The battle blade flipped, compressing the rules of the peak of the Zhenyu realm to a single point on the blade, and slashed horizontally towards Xiao Wangchuan's carotid artery.

Cang Han's spear blocked all of Xiao Wangchuan's escape routes, its tip pointing directly at the center of his true spirit's brow.

fast.

quasi.

ruthless.

This is not a friendly sparring match; it is a killing technique honed purely for the purpose of reaping lives.

A storm raged in Xiao Wangchuan's heart.

He retreated rapidly, narrowly avoiding the deadly strangulation.