As long as the sword is in hand, I live; if the sword is destroyed, I perish.

This was what Ye Yun's master at the Dragon God Sect told him a hundred thousand years ago.

If even the sword is no longer there, then naturally the master is gone as well.

Or one could say,

Back then on the Cangnan Continent, after the Dragon God Sect experienced a calamity...

This White Dragon Sword might have fallen into the hands of another disciple.

This disciple, in the guise of a Black Ming Divine Spider, luckily survived and then, through the Ancient Road to Heaven, arrived at the Divine Land.

The Divine Land is no paradise.

This disciple also encountered a catastrophe and perished, the White Dragon Sword randomly fell into a river.

Finally, it was picked up by an old hawker of advanced age.

Fortunately, the quality of this sword had deteriorated so significantly that it hadn't been sold after all this time.

That was when Ye Yun and Gu Anran came across it.

Initially, Ye Yun hoped to pick up a nice treasure.

Unexpectedly,

He picked up his master's relic.

Seeing the object brought back memories, how could Ye Yun's heart not become heavy?

"Senior brother, you seem troubled, does the sight of it remind you of master?"

Gu Anran, sobered from the wine, widened her beautiful eyes and stared seriously at Ye Yun.

"It's nothing."

Ye Yun smiled lightly.

Gu Anran gazed at the White Dragon Sword, then suddenly her expression changed, and she took out a scabbard from her storage ring.

She sheathed the White Dragon Sword back into its scabbard.

Seeing this scene, Ye Yun felt an unspeakable warmth.

Though the young junior sister had lost her memory, this act seemed to express some kind of silent respect towards their master.

Ye Yun sighed softly.

He didn't care at all about the sword's grade and solemnly strapped it on his back.

When returning to the Cangnan Continent in the future, Ye Yun planned to bury this sword at his master's grave.

"I wonder if master's grave is empty?"

A thought suddenly surfaced in Ye Yun's mind.

If the grave is empty,

it may mean that his master also turned into a Black Ming Divine Spider and quietly arrived at the Divine Land.

The erection of a grave might have been done by future generations.

"Senior Brother, where do we go next?"

Gu Anran asked.

"Let's just wander around..."

Ye Yun replied softly.

Gu Anran nodded, knowing her senior brother was heavy-hearted, she didn't ask more questions.

The two walked side by side, moving forward along the street.

Unconsciously,

they reached a wide square.

This square was bustling, with many cultivators of different realms forming teams of various sizes.

"Senior Brother, are they all headed to the Gray Mist Sea?"

Gu Anran asked quietly.

"Likely so!"

Recalling the conversation between two people he overheard in the restaurant, Ye Yun nodded slightly.

Where there's a great reward, there will be brave folk. Even in a small town like Yunxiao City, so many cultivators have been stirred into action.

One can imagine,

how many people in the entire Daluo Region will form groups to head to the Gray Mist Sea.

It's safe to say,

this is a grand event in the Daluo Region.

Even cultivators from other ancient regions might go to the Gray Mist Sea.

"Would you two be interested in joining our team?"

Two True God-stage men approached with a very polite inquiry.

"Not interested."

Gu Anran immediately declined.

One of the men, looking them up and down, scowled and muttered under his breath, "A True God Realm First Level and a True God Realm Third Level, what's so arrogant about that?"

"What? Not convinced?"

Ye Yun chuckled coldly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

A formless killing intent shot forth from his eyes like a sharp sword.

The two men shuddered, feeling that this white-clothed youth in front of them was not to be trifled with, they quickly retreated.

"Senior Brother..."

Gu Anran looked around and suddenly showed a peculiar expression on her face.

"Junior sister, say what you want to say!"

Ye Yun said flatly.

"Senior Brother, I realized we are the lowest level among them, it's strange that anyone would even invite us..."

Gu Anran said in a mix of laughter and tears.

Although she knew her senior brother was strong, the level was undeniable and easily overlooked.

"Inviting us might just be to use us as cannon fodder!"

Ye Yun laughed heartily.

"Senior Brother, do you think if we reject one team, will anyone else still invite us?"

Gu Anran asked with interest.

"There might still be some."

Ye Yun ambiguously replied.

Unconvinced, Gu Anran dragged Ye Yun deeper into the square.

No one approached them along the way.

It seemed that by rejecting that team, the others lost interest as well.

Perhaps,

many teams were quite strong, led by quite a few Divine Monarch Realm cultivators, with very few True God-stage ones.

Such teams were powerful and mighty, they didn't even consider these two young monks.

After circling around, the two ended up being neglected.

Gu Anran was a bit restless.

"Senior brother, since I can't sense anything now, why don't we also try our luck in the Gray Mist Sea..."

Gu Anran suggested in a low voice.

"Sure, anything you want, little sister!"

Ye Yun nodded with a smile.

He had never heard of this Gray Mist Sea.

So, he didn't mind taking a look. Maybe, there would be unexpected gains.

Just like that, a two-member team of senior brother and junior sister was formed.

Ye Yun inquired about the location of the Gray Mist Sea and then took Gu Anran to a teleportation array in Yunxiao City.

After paying a certain amount of spirit stones, the light of the teleportation array lit up, and the two of them disappeared.

The Gray Mist Sea.

Located to the northwest of the Daluo Region.

This place is where the Daluo Region and the Black Abyss Region meet.

Unlike the Daluo Region, the Black Abyss Region is full of barren mountains and treacherous waters with sparse population.

The mysteriously appearing Gray Mist Sea occupies a vast area, though mostly within the Black Abyss Region, with a small part in the Daluo Region.

Over a thousand miles east of the Gray Mist Sea, there is a small city.

Currently, endless lights are illuminating the city, one cultivator after another stepping out from the teleportation array.

After stepping out, these cultivators mostly didn't stay but left the small city straight for the Gray Mist Sea.

...

After a series of twists and turns,

Ye Yun and Gu Anran were already standing on a small hill a hundred miles from the Gray Mist Sea.

Ye Yun with his hands behind his back, gazed into the distance.

On the distant horizon coiled a belt of gray mist.

This mist belt was long and narrow, resembling a giant dragon sprawling across the land.

One group after another plunged into the Gray Mist Sea.

"Senior Brother, shall we make a move!"

Gu Anran drew a sword pointing towards the direction of the Gray Mist Sea, her face was full of excitement.

"Yes!"

Ye Yun nodded with a smile.

Their figures moved, and quickly they flew to the edge of the gray mist.

The gray mist flowed slowly when suddenly shadows moved and seven or eight figures emerged from within in disarray.

Among them, a young man of the True God Realm Fifth Layer saw Ye Yun and Gu Anran, waved and shouted loudly.

"Leave quickly, there are blood-colored demons in the Gray Mist Sea that are extremely ferocious, specifically preying on True God-stage cultivators!"