You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

Wuji's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

A powerful sense of perception surged out from him like a tide, quickly spreading in all directions.

His nerves were stretched to the limit, and he examined every inch of space around him with full concentration, not missing any slightest movement.

Back then, he was the one who buried the Sword Demon himself!

Moreover, before burying it, he had carefully and repeatedly confirmed that

The soul in the Sword Demon's body has completely dissipated without a trace, leaving no trace at all.

Because of this, he could be 100% sure that it was impossible for the Sword Demon to be reborn by taking over another body!

However, at this moment, the once extremely familiar moves and aura reappeared in the world again.

This sudden change was like a bolt from the blue, hitting Wuji's heart hard, making him instantly confused and panicked.

"How could this happen? What went wrong?" Wuji muttered to himself, his forehead unknowingly covered with fine beads of sweat.

He was extremely anxious and desperately wanted to find the figure with the familiar aura and find out what was going on.

Wuji's gaze swept across everything around him as quickly as lightning, and finally, his sight fixed on the python chariot not far away.

Standing on the ceiling of the python chariot was a figure that couldn’t be more familiar—Liu Yuntian!

Behind Liu Yuntian, a mysterious black hole appeared out of nowhere, which was only wide enough for one person to pass through.

Liu Yuntian looked like he had just walked out of a black hole, emanating an elusive aura from his whole body.

At this time, Liu Yuntian held a shining golden sword in his right hand, with his left hand behind his back, and his posture looked quite upright.

There was no expression on his handsome face, and his deep eyes were calm. He just glanced towards Wuji indifferently.

At the moment their eyes met, time seemed to suddenly stop flowing, and the whole world seemed to be frozen.

Wuji and Liu Yuntian just stared at each other quietly, and neither of them made any further moves. The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.

In this eerie silence, a shorter figure slowly walked out from behind Liu Yuntian.

The figure looked a little thin, but his steps were very steady.

At his feet, there was a puppy made of paper following closely.

The paper dog was lifelike and followed its owner's steps as if it had its own life.

From the moment he appeared, his eyes had been wandering on Wuji.

Wuji suddenly thought of the inconspicuous child who had gathered at the Six Gates.

They even used him as a pawn to attack Liu Yuntian.

Looking at the paper dog at his feet, Wuji suddenly understood.

Because the thin paper stuck on Ye Ling's face is of the same origin as the paper dog.

What he didn't expect was that there existed such magical powers in the world that could be hidden from him.

He Wuji was an ancient powerful Mahayana master, and was absolutely not comparable to the likes of Ruyi Chenyang.

This shows how powerful this origami magic is that can deceive him.

At this moment, Wuji had no time to care about the mysterious origami child.

Time was as tight as a candle flame that was about to burn out. Every second seemed so precious. He knew that he had to seize every second.

After all, natural disasters and man-made disasters have not yet occurred, but this brief period of calm is precisely the perfect opportunity to save Lin Ying's life.

But when he thought of the shocking sword that Liu Yuntian had just swung, Wuji couldn't help feeling a little timid.

Despite this, he was thoughtful and cautious and decided to ask again tentatively:

"You have obtained the inheritance of the Sword Demon?"

As soon as these words came out, the air around them seemed to freeze instantly.

Even Wuji himself was shocked by this question, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

But what was unexpected was that in the face of Wuji's direct questioning, Liu Yuntian did not give any response.

He still maintained his previous nonchalant expression, as if he didn't care at all about Wuji's words.

For a moment, the whole world fell into deathly silence, with only the gentle breeze blowing by, bringing a hint of coolness.

Wuji stared at Liu Yuntian with wide eyes, hoping to catch even the slightest clue from the other's expression or movements.

Just like that, the long wait lasted for a long time, and finally, the invisible barrier that had been blocking the two of them began to slowly dissipate.

At the same time, the desolate atmosphere that originally permeated the surroundings gradually dissipated like a tide.

Seeing this scene, Wuji's anxious heart finally settled down a little.

Because he clearly remembered that the extremely terrifying Sword Demon, relying solely on his peerless sword skills and the desolate power he exuded, turned the entire Qi Yang Continent into a barren land for nearly a hundred years, becoming a dead silent place.

Now, although the desolate aura caused by Liu Yuntian's sword was equally powerful, it only lasted for a few moments.

From this, it can be seen that Wuji’s previous guess should be accurate - the sword demon that frightened countless people did not really return, but Liu Yuntian obtained his inheritance by chance!

Thinking of this, Wuji's heart was like a huge wave, and his thoughts began to spread uncontrollably.

The sword demon, like a nightmare, has dominated him for tens of thousands of years.

It took root deep in his heart and became a demon that could never be erased.

Although Wuji's own strength has been increasing with the passage of time, and he has already stood at the top of the world's strong men,

But the sword demon had long since disappeared in the long river of time and no longer existed.

In this way, even if Wuji wanted to break this inner demon by killing the Sword Demon and thus achieve the Great Dao, it would be a foolish dream and would be impossible to achieve.

Whenever that seemingly childish and ridiculous thought emerged in Wuji's mind - expecting the Sword Demon to crawl out of the grave so that he could kill it with his own hands, he could not help but laugh out loud at himself.

After all, it was he who had personally buried the Sword Demon, so how could he come back to life?

But even if a miracle really happened and the Blade Demon really came back to life...

Wuji couldn't help but ask himself, with his current strength, is he really sure he can fight against him?

The answer does not seem to be so certain.