Chen Feng brought out the Skysoar Warship that he had seized earlier. After boarding the Sacred artefact, the two of them piloted it to swiftly fly forward.

At that moment, somewhere far ahead…

A group of cultivators was surrounding a strange-looking meteorite the size of a small mountain.

Dark-grey in colour, the meteorite stood erect, rising to a height of at least 100 metres. Its surface was covered with holes, sword marks and palm prints.

One of the cultivators could not hold back and he abruptly swung his hand to fire out a sword beam, which heavily struck the surface of the meteorite. However, it only managed to create a ringing sound. It could not even cause sparks to fly, let alone leave any marks upon it.

“How peculiar! That sword beam could already kill off a level 3 Sky Human stage cultivator. To think that it could not even leave a mark on its surface. If so, how strong were the cultivators who left all those marks on it?” The cultivator was shocked.

“Eh? This sword mark is more than meets the eye. It seems there are traces of sword intent within it.” Another cultivator there was attracted by a one-chi-long sword mark on the surface of the meteorite. 

“Pu!”

The cultivator...