Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 324: Why has it survived to this day?

Shen Yun frowned slightly, looking at the leading black shadow struggling in the flames and begging for mercy. After a moment, he waved his hand gently and decided to give the black shadow a chance.

I saw the long sword in his hand emitting the blazing fire of Qianyang. As he moved, the spiritual power on the sword began to slowly dissipate.

The originally dazzling and blazing light like the sun gradually dimmed, and the blazing flames seemed to be blown by an invisible wind, and the flames gradually became smaller. Every trace of flame seemed to have a spirit, flowing back along the sword body, like a rushing river returning to the sea. As the spiritual power receded, the scorching heat in the air also weakened, and the surrounding space that was distorted by the burning slowly returned to normal. The raging high temperature gradually dissipated, leaving only a burnt smell after being baked by the high temperature in the air.

As the flames receded, the leading black figure collapsed to the ground like a puppet that had lost its support. Its body rose and fell violently, and it gasped for air. Every breath seemed like a relief after a life-and-death struggle.

Its body, which had been burned by the flames and had become somewhat illusory, now became solid again, but it also looked miserable. Black mist was floating around it, like a symbol of its weak state. Its face was distorted by pain, and its forehead and cheeks were covered with beads of sweat. These beads of sweat were not ordinary drops of water, but carried a trace of black impurities, as if they were the remnants of the dark power after being burned by the flames. They slid down the black shadow's face and dripped onto the ground, making a "sizzling" sound, corroding small pits.

There was silence all around, with only its heavy breathing echoing in the air, as if telling of the cruelty of the battle and the thrill of its escape from death.

"Boy, I didn't expect that you have such strong strength despite your low cultivation level. Are you the saint of some sect?" The leading black shadow panted heavily, and looked at Shen Yun with a look of fear. Its voice was still a little hoarse, and there was a hint of disbelief in its words. After all, the strength shown by Shen Yun far exceeded the level of his cultivation level, which made it guess that Shen Yun had a powerful background.

"Senior, you are too kind. I am not from a sect." Shen Yun clasped his fists slightly, with a humble look. His eyes were clear and frank, without any intention of hiding anything. In his opinion, origin is not important, what is important is one's own practice and the process of seeking truth in this world.

Hearing this, the black shadow nodded. It slowly stood up. Although its body was still a little shaky, it had gradually regained some dignity. It stared at Shen Yun, with a complicated look in its eyes. Perhaps it was admiration for Shen Yun, or perhaps it was a feeling that he was alone but had such strength. "Tell me, what do you want to know?"

"I just heard from the senior that this secret realm is called the Great Wilderness?" Shen Yun looked at the black shadow with a keen gaze, his eyes full of desire for knowledge. He knew very well that every secret realm had its unknown history and secrets, and this black shadow who seemed to know a lot might be able to solve the mystery in his heart.

"Yes, strictly speaking, the secret place you mentioned cannot be considered the Great Wilderness." The black shadow raised his head slightly and looked into the distance, as if he had passed through layers of space and saw the vast ancient land. There was a trace of vicissitudes in his eyes, which was a testimony to the long years.

The shadow paused, then continued, "The Great Desolate Territory is a general term for the ancient land. How could this secret realm be comparable to the vast ancient land?" Its voice became distant and deep, as if it was telling an ancient and grand legend. "This secret realm was created after a great war. The continent was forcibly shattered. It was a devastating disaster. The power of the participants was beyond the imagination of mortals. Every attack was like a collision of stars. The entire continent was shattered like fragile glass under the impact of the endless power."

The shadow's eyes became a little blurry, as if he had witnessed the tragic scene with his own eyes. "The fragments of the continent float in the void. In the endless darkness and chaos, they have experienced countless years of baptism. Some fragments were turned into dust in the void storm, while others were pulled and gathered by mysterious forces by chance, forming what you call the secret realm. There are countless opportunities here, but also countless dangers. They are the remaining forces of the war, or the sealed ancient beasts and evil spirits. They are waiting in this secret realm, waiting for the arrival of the destined person, or the sacrifice."

"Then, senior, do you know whether there are still cultivators in this secret realm?" Shen Yun stared at the black shadow closely, not missing any change in expression on the other's face, hoping to get more useful information from its answer.

"Probably no more," the black shadow shook his head slightly, with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, as if the scene of the tragic battle was replayed in front of him. "After all, that battle was extremely tragic, and all the cultivators above the Foundation Establishment Stage participated in the battle." Its voice was a little low, and every word seemed to carry the bloodiness and cruelty of that battle.

"It's basically unlikely that anyone can survive," the black shadow continued, his tone full of helplessness and emotion, "Even if someone is lucky enough to survive, they are probably seriously injured, and will sooner or later become food for monsters." It looked into the distance, and seemed to see the scene of those injured monks struggling hard in the darkness, but being ruthlessly hunted by the monsters that were eyeing them all around.

"Then Senior..." Shen Yun was about to continue asking, his eyes flashing with curiosity and doubt. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked on the black shadow, expecting to get more information about this mysterious secret place from it.

"Boy, you want to ask why I can survive until now, right?" Before Shen Yun could continue to ask, the leading black shadow spoke. A complex look flashed in its dark red eyes, as if it recalled the past years, and also had some admiration for Shen Yun's sharp mind. It raised its head slightly and looked at the sky, as if it saw the distant past through the dome of this secret realm.

Shen Yun nodded. He was indeed a little curious about this. He knew the horror of this war. Even the cultivators above the foundation building stage were almost extinct. However, the black shadow in front of him could still survive until now. There must be some unknown reason. His heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, like an explorer who was about to unveil the veil of a mysterious treasure, full of tension and excitement. The air around him seemed to become heavy, as if waiting for the black shadow to tell the past that had been sealed by the years.