How would I know about these things

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On Ye Chuan's side, the moment Wu Qiandu's divine soul was completely sealed into the Human Emperor Banner, the last trace of poisonous miasma in the grand hall was cleanly swallowed by the chaotic mist.

"What a pity. The attribute boost from a second Ascension Realm entity isn't as much."

Ye Chuan casually put away the Human Emperor Banner and the Demonic Sword Bellana. His gaze swept across the empty white jade shelves, and he snapped his fingers.

The magical treasures, jade slips, and heavenly materials he had just stored in his spatial backpack instantly poured out, clattering into a pile on the floor.

He squatted down, rummaging through this pile of treasures that could trigger a bloodbath of slaughter in the Profound Sky Continent.

"This outfit is okay, I'll give it to Lan Xiaoke to wear as a uniform. This Myriad Transformations Alchemy Sutra? What a piece of trash, it's not even as good as the pill recipes I exchanged for... And this pile of ancient spiritual treasures, they look flashy but can't even break my defense..."

After picking and choosing for a while, Ye Chuan separated the useful treasures and those he could give to his family. The remaining junk that didn't catch his eye was shoved right back into his spatial backpack.

Although these things couldn't catch his eye, they could be used to enrich the foundation of the Jade Void Holy Land. Throwing them to the sect disciples for cultivation would be just right.

At the very least, he could throw them into the system to exchange for points to get more practical items. He couldn't make a wasted trip.

After packing up, Ye Chuan clapped his hands. Suddenly, his divine sense twitched as he detected several formidable cultivator auras. One of them even carried the coercion of the Ascension Realm.

An Ascension Realm aura...

"Oh? There's another Ascension Realm expert?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

Let's see if I can find something to do and stuff another one into my banner.

Thinking of this, Ye Chuan's figure flickered. He directly tore through space and teleported in the direction of that aura.

Distance, to him, was nothing more than the span of a single breath.

When he landed again, he was already standing on a fractured floating mountain range.

Before him was a bottomless canyon. At the edge of the canyon stood a group of white-robed swordsmen, led by none other than the Sword Master of the Divine Sword Holy Land.

Dressed in a plain white sword robe, he carried seven ancient swords on his back. Sword intent surged to the heavens around him. Even just standing quietly, the surrounding space was slightly distorted by the fierce sword intent.

Behind him followed a dozen or so elders from the Divine Sword Holy Land. All of them had cultivation bases at the Tribulation Crossing Realm. With swords at their waists and steady auras, they were clearly top-tier sword cultivators at a glance.

The moment Ye Chuan landed, there were no spatial fluctuations, yet he was instantly detected by the Sword Master.

The Sword Master turned his head sharply, his hand instantly grasping the hilt of the main sword on his back. His sword intent locked onto Ye Chuan in a flash!

But when he saw clearly that the newcomer was Ye Chuan, the vigilance in his eyes instantly dissipated. He released the hilt and gave Ye Chuan a slight nod. His tone was peaceful, carrying a bit of polite detachment,

"So it is Holy Lord Ye of the Jade Void Holy Land. I've looked forward to meeting you."

He had no ill will toward Ye Chuan; it was more out of curiosity.

After all, this person had emerged out of nowhere just a year ago, fighting his way from a nameless nobody all the way to the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

Slaying an Ascension Realm mighty figure, annihilating the Parasol Tree Holy Land, and single-handedly creating the Jade Void Holy Land.

In the entire Profound Sky Continent, there wasn't a soul who wasn't curious about exactly who this Holy Lord Ye was.

"Hmm? The Sword Master is too polite." Ye Chuan waved his hand casually, returning the greeting. His gaze swept toward the depths of the canyon,

"All of you from the Divine Sword Holy Land are blocking the entrance to this canyon. Is there something good inside?"

Before the Sword Master could reply, the expressions of the several elders behind him changed slightly in an instant. They subconsciously gripped the swords at their waists, their eyes full of vigilance and shock as they looked at Ye Chuan.

Because they clearly sensed that Ye Chuan carried an extremely thick aura of voodoo poison, along with the bloody scent of a just-concluded battle.

The Sword Master naturally noticed it too. His brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze toward Ye Chuan grew a bit more solemn as he asked in a deep voice:

"Holy Lord Ye, you have the aura of Wu Qiandu's lifeblood voodoo poison on you. Did you just... fight with Wu Qiandu?"

"Oh, you mean that old hag," Ye Chuan said casually.

"I just ran into her in the grand hall up ahead. She tried to set up a poison array to scheme against me, so I casually killed her."

As soon as these words came out, the entire canyon entrance fell dead silent.

The dozen or so Tribulation Crossing Realm elders of the Divine Sword Holy Land were all dumbfounded, disbelief written all over their faces.

An Ascension Realm mighty figure!

Casually killed?

What made their scalps tingle even more was how long had it been since they entered this Divine Tomb pocket world? At the very most, it had only been two hours!

When ordinary Ascension Realm mighty figures clashed, it would easily take thousands of rounds. Fighting for days and nights was commonplace. Even with overwhelming strength, it was impossible to slay a peer of the Ascension Realm in such a short time!

Yet Ye Chuan, a cultivator at the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Realm, had actually killed Wu Qiandu within two hours?

Ye Chuan wasn't lying. Although he had used all his methods, killing Wu Qiandu really hadn't taken much effort.

For one thing, it was probably because Ye Chuan's Chaotic Indestructible Physique was the nemesis of poison. For another, Ye Chuan had previously used cognitive corruption to weaken her strength beforehand.

At this moment, even the usually steady Sword Master was instantly stunned in place. His fingers gripping the sword hilt tightened slightly, his eyes full of shock.

Having known Wu Qiandu for thousands of years, he knew that old woman's strength all too well. Even he himself would have to pay a significant price to slay Wu Qiandu.

Let alone killing her completely unscathed in such a short amount of time.

He fell silent for a few seconds before slowly exhaling a breath. In his gaze toward Ye Chuan, there was no longer any of his previous curiosity, only genuine respect:

"Holy Lord Ye's strength reaches the heavens. This old man is ashamed of his inferiority."

"You flatter me. She was just an old thing who only knew how to play with poison. Nothing hard to kill."

"I haven't been in here long and I'm not familiar with this pocket world. You guys are blocking this canyon entrance, what kind of trouble did you run into?"

The Sword Master recovered his wits, his expression turning solemn once again. "With Holy Lord Ye's cultivation, you should have noticed it too. There is something wrong with this pocket world."

Ye Chuan: "?"

I didn't notice anything.

What could be wrong with the pocket world?

The Sword Master looked into the distance, his divine sense slowly spreading out as he spoke in a grave tone,

"Normally, if a pocket world is forged by the Dao principles of a mighty figure who has passed away in meditation, as the mighty figure falls, the world's origin will continuously dissipate, the laws will slowly collapse, and the spiritual energy will grow thinner by the day."

"But this Xuan Qiong Divine Tomb is exactly the opposite."

"Its law structure is extremely stable, even more solid than the main world of the Profound Sky Continent. Not only has the spiritual energy not dissipated, but it is also continuously absorbing power from the outside."

"During the two hours we have been inside, this old man has clearly sensed that this pocket world is silently absorbing the spiritual power, divine souls, and even the life origins of the cultivators who have entered it."

"Furthermore, the mighty figure Xuan Qiong fell ten thousand years ago. By all rights, the restrictions and spiritual guards he left behind should have long since drastically lost their power as the world's origin dissipated."

"But the spirit guards and guardian beasts we encountered didn't show the slightest sign of their power waning. Instead, they could continuously absorb the divine souls of cultivators to strengthen themselves. This defies all logic."

The Sword Master finished his sentence in one breath and looked at Ye Chuan, his eyes brimming with bewilderment. "With the Holy Master's vast experience, do you know what exactly is going on here?"

Hearing this, Ye Chuan blinked in utter confusion.

Law structures? World origins?

He didn't know the first thing about any of that.

He cultivated using a system panel, so how could he possibly understand these concepts?

Regardless, his approach was simply to stack his buffs, teleport over, and deliver a single sword strike.