High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

However, the miracle did not happen.

Time passed day by day.

One week later.

Ten days have passed since Shen Chang'an entered the abyss rift.

After confirming the information from multiple sources and receiving a report from the Zhenye Division exploration team, the school's academic affairs office officially issued a death notice to freshman Shen Chang'an through its internal system.

The atmosphere around the flowerbeds downstairs in the dormitory was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Li Xiwan covered her face with both hands, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Her once clear eyes were now red and swollen.

Bai Yin bit her lower lip hard, her face as pale as paper, her eyes staring blankly at the ground.

Ji Lin leaned against the tree trunk, looked up at the gray sky, and let out a long sigh.

"Ten days have passed..."

His voice was hoarse.

"There is no spiritual energy inside the abyss rift, so it's impossible to replenish what's lost through the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Even with ample supplies, a fifth-realm cultivator absolutely cannot withstand ten days in a place teeming with high-level demonic creatures..."

He looked at the weeping Li Xiwan and the ashen-faced Bai Yin, walked over and gently patted their backs: "Don't be like this... If he knew we were crying like this for him, he would definitely say we're spineless again."

The news of Shen Chang'an's death also made headlines on the intranet of Shanghai University.

Shocking! Shen Chang'an, the number one powerhouse of the new generation, has been confirmed to have perished in the Abyss Rift!

This post was pinned to the top of the list, igniting public opinion across the entire school. Shen Chang'an had been making headlines for the past few days since the start of the semester, and his death was undoubtedly a major shock.

"What a pity. At the peak of the fifth realm at the age of eighteen, if he could have grown up, he would definitely have been a giant of an era. It's a shame that the heavens are jealous of such a talent."

"Arrogant, huh? Why don't you stop being so arrogant? On the first day of school, you boasted that you could take on the whole school single-handedly, and what happened? The tallest tree in the forest catches the most wind; you're probably dead in the abyss, your bones nowhere to be found."

"Exactly! On the path of cultivation, speed isn't the real skill; the real skill is navigating steadily without stumbling and surviving to the end!"

"Lao Shen was so arrogant not long ago, where is he making his fortune now?"

"I feel like we could choose a beverage as a posthumous title..."

......

The school's second canteen.

Zhang Qingqing was poking at the rice in the plate with her chopsticks, doing so intermittently.

Wu Xiao, who was sitting opposite her, was scrolling through her phone when she suddenly looked up at Zhang Qingqing.

"Qingqing! Do you remember that arrogant freshman Shen Chang'an we went to watch the match at the arena a few days ago?"

"I remember, what's wrong?"

Zhang Qingqing paused slightly with her chopsticks.

"He's dead!"

Wu Xiao handed over the phone screen, lowering his voice.

"The school just issued an obituary saying he died in a rift in the East China Sea abyss, and they haven't even found his body!"

"Clatter".

Zhang Qingqing dropped her chopsticks onto the plate.

"What...what did you say?"

She grabbed Wu Xiao's phone and stared intently at the five bold characters of "Death Notice" on the screen, her face filled with disbelief.

How could someone who was full of vigor just a few days ago suddenly be gone?

Zhang Qingqing immediately took out her phone, her fingers stiffly tapping on the contacts list, and found the profile picture lying quietly in the list.

"Where are you?"

"answer!"

The message disappeared without a trace, and there was no response.

She gritted her teeth and quickly found Li Xiwan's contact information.

"Is what they're saying on the forum true? Has something happened to Shen Chang'an?"

Not long after, Li Xiwan's reply came through.

"Hmm... He's been missing for ten days now, and the school just made its decision."

Looking at this reply, Zhang Qingqing felt as if a water-soaked sponge had been suddenly stuffed into her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

An indescribable sense of irritability and disappointment instantly welled up in my heart.

She stared intently at the screen, her emotions churning violently. She simply couldn't accept that the boy, who was like a dazzling shooting star, had disappeared in such a silent way.

......

"call......"

Shen Chang'an exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly opened his eyes from his meditation.

After ten days of secluded healing, the turbulent energy in his body finally subsided completely. He moved his right arm; although his meridians were still a little sore, it no longer affected his basic strength and combat abilities.

However, although new flesh has grown on the left side of his body that was previously burned, a large, hideous dark red scar remains. This scar extends from his left waist and abdomen all the way to his neck. Fortunately, his face was protected by the black flames at the time, so he was not disfigured.

"This woman's temper is absolutely venomous."

He muttered a curse under his breath and casually picked up the spear stuck beside him.

"Buzz—"

With a flick of the wrist, the dark red gun shadow tore through the air, emitting a piercing sonic boom.

He nodded in satisfaction after confirming that his bodily functions had almost fully recovered.

He looked around and couldn't help but complain, "This place really is a sacred place for seclusion. It's been so long, and not a single demon has come to disturb it. It's probably intimidated by the sword energy remaining in this rift."

However, looking at the demonic energy around him, which had clearly thinned out, he clicked his tongue in regret.

For the past ten days, he has been devouring spiritual energy like a bottomless pit. The abyssal demonic energy that was originally as dense as a lake in the basin has been almost completely absorbed by him.

Shen Chang'an examined his inner spiritual sea.

The vast ocean of liquid spiritual energy, which was originally a hundred miles wide, has now expanded to a full two hundred miles! But what he finds unbelievable is that even so, he still hasn't touched the invisible barrier that separates the fifth realm from the sixth.

"Haven't reached the limit yet...?"

A flicker of excitement crossed his eyes.

He then snapped out of his thoughts and took stock of the supplies in his spatial ring.

"We've used up some of our military rations and water. If we reduce high-intensity combat as much as possible and use our resources sparingly, we can probably last another ten days or so."

He raised his head and looked into the distance where the sword marks stretched: "We need to find an exit within twenty days. Since the sword energy can deter demons, the further we go from the source, the safer it should be."

Having made up his mind, he directly slapped two Wind Spell runes on his legs, which transformed into a streak of azure light and sped towards the source of the bottomless Sword Mark Canyon!

......

With the aid of wind magic, he ran for more than three hours.

Just as he expected, the closer he got to the source, the more terrifying the lingering sword energy in the air became. Not a single low-level demon could be seen along the way; it was as if this place was an absolute forbidden zone for life.

However, as they got closer to the source, Shen Chang'an had to slow down.

The sword energy in the canyon had become so intense that it had materialized! It was like countless invisible swords darting through the air, scraping painfully against the skin.

"We can't keep walking through the cracks."

He keenly sensed the danger. Then, with a leap, he jumped directly up from the bottomless canyon and continued to cautiously explore forward along the black wasteland at the edge of the crevice.