Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

"Hmph! It's not your fault you didn't know. Who else but me could have come up with that?"

Xia Jin watched coldly as the red-haired man turned into specks of light and was completely annihilated in this space.

Only then did he put away the Eastern Emperor Bell and breathe a sigh of relief.

"If it weren't for the trump card of the Eastern Emperor Bell, I'd probably have less than a 10% chance of defeating someone at the Dragon Transformation Realm!" Xia Jin recalled her battle just now and couldn't help but feel a little scared.

"I must trigger the system's next task as soon as possible, otherwise, at my current cultivation speed, I'm afraid I might not be able to reach the Dragon Transformation Realm within fifty years."

"But how do I trigger the system to issue the next task?" Xia Jin suddenly rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit of a headache.

However, he quickly put his thoughts aside and then glanced at the two unconscious women.

The two women were dressed in rags and had pale faces, clearly indicating that they had suffered serious injuries.

Even so, the two marks on their chests were enough to prove that the two were disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect.

"These two must be the two senior sisters that Mu Qingxue mentioned." Xia Jin muttered to herself, bending down to pick them up one in each hand.

However, just as he was about to leave, he suddenly frowned, feeling that something was wrong, as if someone was watching him.

"Could it be that Master and the others can see what's happening inside this sword tower from the outside?" Xia Jin looked up at the sky with some suspicion, but of course, she found nothing.

......

at the same time.

At the bottom of a cliff deep within the Sword Tower.

On a huge stone wall, a withered figure was nailed there.

If anyone saw it, they would surely think it was a dried corpse that had been dead for a thousand years.

The figure's limbs were pierced by four stone swords, firmly pinned to the stone wall. Just by looking at the thick moss covering the stone swords, it was enough to deduce that this person had been here for at least several thousand years.

The withered figure suddenly awoke from the deathly silence and stirred slightly.

"Click...click..."

His already dry and cracked skin made a faint sound with his movements, but it was worrying, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Those eyes, which had been closed for countless years, finally opened with difficulty.

His scarlet vertical pupils, like those of a ferocious beast from the ancient wilderness, still exuded a chilling aura even after being imprisoned for an unknown period of time.

"That was... the aura of the Eastern Emperor Bell? But wasn't the Eastern Emperor Bell shattered in that battle? How could it reappear, and even appear here?"

"Could it be that I've been asleep for too long, and I've made a mistake!?"

His body trembled slightly, but this slight movement triggered the four stone swords again. The sword intent that had dissipated on the swords condensed again, causing him to groan.

But he paid no heed to the unpredictable glint in his scarlet vertical pupils.

"There's no mistake... it's definitely the aura of the Eastern Emperor Bell..."

"Could it be... that the Emperor has returned?"

A smile suddenly appeared on his withered face, followed by almost maniacal laughter.

Hahahaha!

"Heaven hasn't forsaken me! Heaven hasn't forsaken me!"

"If we can get the Emperor here, he will definitely be able to rescue me, Lu Wu!!"

The four stone swords seemed to have been angered by him, and began to tremble violently, with the sword intent condensing on their blades growing stronger and stronger.

"It's useless. If I hadn't been severely injured back then, would you really think you could suppress me here?!"

"Break for me!"

Lu Wu gritted his teeth and used the last bit of strength he had saved to forcibly separate a divine thought.

The divine thought, like a thin thread, pierced through layers of stone walls and flew rapidly towards the direction where Xia Jin of the Sword Tower was located.

......

Xia Jin had only taken a few steps when she suddenly heard a weak and urgent voice in her ear.

"Your Majesty! Save me! Save me!"

The voice was intermittent, as if it might disappear at any moment, but it carried a sense of urgency.

Xia Jin suddenly stopped in her tracks, instantly becoming alert, her sharp eyes scanning her surroundings.

"Who is it?"

However......

There was nothing around.

He spread his divine sense outwards, carefully exploring every inch of the surrounding space, but still found nothing.

"Could it be an illusion? Perhaps I used up too much spiritual energy fighting that bastard, causing me to hallucinate!"

Xia Jin frowned, somewhat suspicious, but as he looked at the two women he was carrying on his shoulders, his gaze gradually hardened.

"It's better to avoid trouble. Let's leave here first."

He made up his mind and was about to leave.

But just then, the long-absent system notification sound suddenly rang in his mind.