"Remember my name, Michael... One Blade," Ethan said indifferently. Gripping Moon-Slashing Saber, he summoned his Force and flung it with all his might!Whoosh!Moon-Slashing Saber transformed into a bolt of black lightning, slicing through the night sky and precisely piercing Michael's chest.Boom!"Ah..." Michael let out a wretched cry as he was struck, plummeting from the air like a shot goose and crashing through the roof of a nearby house, sending tiles flying in all directions.In an instant, two youths in white sleeping robes burst out from the house, their faces paling at the sight of Ethan descending like a god of death. They dared not make another sound.Ethan glanced at them coolly before striding forward to retrieve Michael's corpse, then departed into the night.On the outskirts of Summons River County, Ethan emotionlessly lopped off Michael's head. Reaching down, he removed the interspatial ring from the corpse.This was the first job Ethan had taken in several months, a

Celestial Heart City, Sword Tower (33rd Floor), Western RealmsIn an elegant chamber, the Sect Master of the Swords Sect, Son of Heaven, was focused on writing calligraphy. This was one of Son of Heaven's hobbies, as well as a cultivation method. With his profound cultivation level, ordinary spiritual stones were useless. Instead, he sought to gain insight into the Heavenly Dao through calligraphy.Suddenly, the air in the chamber stirred subtly, like ripples from a pebble dropped into still waters. Only someone of Son of Heaven's cultivation could sense this fluctuation.Son of Heaven's brows furrowed. He knew what this fluctuation signified - a major event had occurred in the Western Realms, requiring urgent news to be relayed. The entire Sword Tower was protected by powerful formations. Only extremely important matters could cause fluctuations to reach the 33rd floor.With a wave of his hand, Son of Heaven summoned a mirror wall out of thin air.The surface of the mirror wall rippl

Ethan didn't dare act rashly. While there was no limit to entering the fog gate, with the highest restriction being below Ascending to the Peak Realm, Ethan observed for a while yet didn't see a single cultivator below Bone Sacrifice Realm go in. All those entering rushed in from the peak overhead.On the peak were mostly cultivators at Meridian Training Realm or higher, including some at Bone Sacrifice Realm. Ethan even spotted a few terrifyingly powerful youths that made his heart palpitate just from a glance. Though unable to sense with his Spiritual Awareness, Ethan was certain they must be peak Bone Sacrifice Realm cultivators, perhaps even at Ascending to the Peak Realm!The lure of Dragon King's Blood was astounding. It seemed half the Bone Sacrifice Realm and above cultivators in the Western Realms had come, with strong experts from other domains also continuously arriving after hearing the news.Whoosh—As Bone Sacrifice experts periodically flew in through the fog gate, the

"Ah..." The young Swords Sect cultivator let out an anguished cry, his eyes filled with extreme terror as his mouth trembled uncontrollably.In an instant, the youth's flesh rapidly aged. The moisture in his skin vanished swiftly, his hair turned gray then fell out. In just ten breaths, a living Bone Sacrifice expert was reduced to bare bones.He was no different from the countless corpses that had lain on the tunnel floor for who knows how many millennia, except that his bones had not crumbled to dust like other cultivators who had encountered the Fountain of Time. Ethan's expression was impassive as he stepped forward and claimed the Swords Sect cultivator's interspatial ring.Rings of the same grade cannot store each other. For example, a spiritual weapon grade interspatial ring cannot hold another ring of the same level. However, other artifacts like weapons and armor can pass freely. Legend says some Divine Stage rings can even hold living people, with space inside vast enough

Time flew by. The next day at the hour of zi, bedlam gripped the chamber again. The weapons plunged as the cultivators scrambled wildly.One could never have too many spiritual arms. Top grade pieces sold for over ten thousand low grade spirit stones outside - nearly a late stage Bone Sacrifice cultivator's entire fortune. Many roaming ones didn't even own decent spirit weapons!As for supreme grade? Generally not for sale.With tens of thousands here, this was a real treasure trove."This top armor is mine." Dylan Foster was bizarre, always grabbing top items. He usually snagged two or three daily! Firstly, his strength was at the Peak of Bone Sacrifice, among the top few hundred. Secondly, his status made others hesitate to contend, especially the roaming cultivators."Damn!" A one-eyed loner ground his teeth as Dylan seized the armor he had claimed, his sole eye coldly tracing the thief before looking away resentfully."Hmm? Medium grade gauntlets?" His eye lit up, catching sight