Lin Yun and Ji Zixi concealed their auras while heading towards the end of the passage.0

A magnificent hall at the end of the passage looked like an island, surrounded by a lake with a dome bright like stars. There were more than a hundred people who were fighting in the palace.0

At the hall's center was a stone coffin with an ancient rusty sword stabbing it. No one knew about the history of this sword, but it gave off a frightening aura, eluding an extraordinary feel to it.0

“Get lost! This sword belongs to me, and no one can fight me for it!”0

“You? Dream on!”0

“Die!” A group of Saints were fighting, summoning their constellations with their saint energy rippling out.0

Lin Yun hid in the dark, looking at that ancient sword. This sword was a Sovereign Saint Artifact. Despite being covered in rust, it was in one piece and probably had a vast origin. So, there was a high chance that it contained fortune.1

According to Wu Yuhua, some ancient items and paintings also contained fortune, aside from demonic beasts. That alone was enough to make Lin Yun tempted to fight for it.0

Suddenly, a violent gale swept out and sent everyone in...0