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"Huh? Who are you! Did you release me?"

Black Knife snapped out of his daze and focused his attention on Tang Lan.

At the same time, the surrounding black mist transformed into a strange human face, with the same bewildered expression.

"I'm all alone here, so do you think I let you out?"

Tang Lan's lips twitched, feeling somewhat speechless.

He thought to himself, "Is there something wrong with this guy's brain? He's so single-minded when he talks."

"Oh, I see!"

"Since that's the case, I'll spare your life! Remember to stay away from me next time."

"I'm going to find that old blacksmith to get revenge. How dare he seal half of my soul inside this knife? If I catch him, I'll definitely chop him into a human stick."

Black Knife seemed to recall some unbearable past events, and immediately spoke angrily.

"You...were you imprisoned in here?"

Tang Lan seemed to understand what had happened, so she asked.

"I am Ning Xian, the God of Slaughter from Nanzhan Prefecture. That old thief secretly used underhanded tricks to put me in danger. I was severely injured and had no choice but to temporarily enter the Blade of Slaughter according to that person's method."

"Later, that old guy actually cheated me, sealing me inside so I couldn't get out."

"I don't know how many years have passed, but that old fellow has also disappeared, and I can only spend my days and nights in this semi-divine artifact, waiting for the day I can get out."

"Boy, tell me quickly, how many years is a thousand autumns?"

The black mist gradually condensed into the shape of a tall man, who looked at Tang Lan with an urgent expression, as if he really wanted to know what year and month it was.

"How many years is a thousand autumns? What does that mean?"

Tang Lan raised an eyebrow, a look of doubt on her face.

Although Tang Lan doesn't know much about the history of the Soul Master world, he is still very familiar with the general stages.

That was five hundred years after the beginning of the soul, seven hundred years after Yao Guang, twelve hundred years after the Three Emperors, and seventeen hundred years after the Two Continents.

This is the 4,100-year history of the Soul World, as recognized by the Soul World itself, from its origin to the present day.

Seeing that the spirit within the black sword suddenly fell silent, Tang Lan could only give a brief account of what she knew.

Half an hour later,

"What?! Four thousand one hundred years have passed since the so-called Primordial Era of Souls!!"

The spirit within the black sword was clearly startled by this time scale.

After a long pause, he finally spoke: "I don't know the exact timeframe you mentioned, but I'm certain that the guy who compiled the history of Soul Masters is a fraud."

"It's also possible that he simply didn't know what happened back then."

"That was the most prosperous generation of the first generation of Soul Masters, but the great war caused a near-complete extinction of human Soul Masters."

"In comparison, the fate of the soul beast race is significantly better than that of the human race. Their main advantages are their reproductive ability and their powerful physical strength."

The spirit stopped there, seemingly lost in another memory.

Tang Lan only half understood what he was hearing, but she vaguely realized that the history of the Soul Master world seemed to be incomplete.

It could even be said that something that would revolutionize the entire world order is missing.

That's right, this is no longer just a matter for the Soul Master world, but a shift in the entire world order.

Thinking of this, Tang Lan asked again, "You said you're a god of death, does that mean you've killed many people?"

"Hmph, there are some things I don't need to tell a little kid like you."

"However, there is one thing I must clarify: although I am called the God of Slaughter, I do not kill people."

"I, Ning Xian, never kill my own kind; I kill demons."

The spirit within the black blade seemed to look down on Tang Lan, and after speaking, it ignored Tang Lan completely.

No matter how Tang Lan called out to it, the sword remained silent, as if it had never possessed any spirit.

Seeing that communication was fruitless, Tang Lan simply stopped paying attention to this guy.

Worried that her storage ring would be affected by this semi-divine artifact, Tang Lan did not dare to put the black sword into the storage ring. Instead, she wrapped it in black cloth and carried it on her back.

For a moment, Tang Lan even genuinely felt like a swordsman.

After passing the second test, Tang Lan did not hear any sound.

Although she left the previous trial area, Tang Lan arrived at another vast place.

Tang Lan even guessed that he had arrived at the third trial ground.

Petrified remains could still be seen from time to time around the area, but these remains did not come to life and attack Tang Lan as before.

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With just a casual tap, the afterimage beside him turned to ashes and disappeared.

After passing through the area where the ruins were located, Tang Lan soon arrived at a small square with many huge ice sculptures.

Each ice sculpture ranges in size from five to over twenty feet, and its surface reflects a faint seven-colored dazzling light.

Tang Lan frowned slightly upon seeing this, and her raised foot slowly came to a stop in place.

Tang Lan had already vaguely sensed that something was wrong. He could clearly feel that what was frozen inside the ice sculpture were powerful soul beasts.

Tang Lan had never seen any of the soul beasts inside before, but without exception, they were all terrifying soul beasts over 100,000 years old.

"Kid, where is this?"

Just then, the black sword behind Tang Lan suddenly spoke; it was Ning Xian, the weapon spirit who had previously called himself the God of Slaughter.

"Beneath the bottom of the abyss, at the shattered depths of Nanzhanzhou, lies the testing ground of the god of death."

Tang Lan did not hide anything, but answered frankly.

To everyone's surprise, after a brief moment of stunned silence, Ning Xian asked incredulously, "What... what do you mean by this?!"

"The meaning is simple: Nanzhanzhou, which is the continent where you used to be, has now fallen into the abyss and been completely swallowed by the sea."

"I don't know exactly what happened back then, but as far as I know, there is no information about Nanzhan Prefecture in the records after five hundred years of Hunchu."

"In other words, Nan Zhanzhou must have been destroyed in the same era as you."

Tang Lan stopped there, waiting for the artifact spirit's response.

But the spirit Ning Xian clearly didn't believe it, and instead said somewhat impatiently, "I advise you not to lie to me. Although I can't kill you for the time being, it doesn't mean I can't do anything."

This guy's words made Tang Lan laugh out loud; it was the first time he had ever been forced and threatened by a sword.

So he smiled and said, "Why would I need to lie to you?"

"This blade of slaughter is the reward I received after passing the second trial of the Grim Reaper. Now it has a spiritual connection with me."

"No matter how powerful you are, you can't change the will of this sword itself."

"I know you haven't fully become a spirit yet. Before that, you need to merge with another naturally generated spirit."

Tang Lan seemed to see through everything, and showed no weakness in front of Ning Xian. (End of Chapter)