Yang Jian listened and grasped the golden sword from the voice in his mind.

He was brought to a strange place by that powerful golden sword.

Yang Jian judged from the scene he saw that this was what the ruins originally looked like.

In other words, he was transported by that sword to a time point hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Yang Jian was quite surprised by this.

And just as he was looking around.

A voice sounded in his mind again.

This voice was the one that told him to draw his sword.

This sound made him follow the giant tower behind him directly to the top of the tower.

Yang Jian found that the magical power of flying was still unavailable here.

In desperation, he could only climb to the top of the tower step by step.

An old man exuding a powerful aura was found on the top of the tower.

The powerful aura exuded by this old man was so powerful that Yang Jian could not describe it in words.

This kind of power made Yang Jian feel fear from the depths of his soul.

Even when he was a Daluo Jinxian who accompanied Sun Xiaosheng to fight against him, he was a quasi-sage Tathagata.

He has never had such fear.

The aura emanating from this old man made Yang Jian feel that he would be ground into powder as long as he got close.

This breath is so powerful.

After the old man felt Yang Jian's arrival, he opened his eyes and spoke slowly.

He and Yang Jian explained how he used the golden sword to spread for hundreds of thousands of years.

Then I waited for hundreds of thousands of years, just to wait for Yang Jian.

Waiting for him to pull out this golden sword.

This is how to talk to Yang Jian across hundreds of thousands of years with the help of this sword.

And Yang Jian was a little strange when he heard his explanation.

According to this old man's state of mind, no one can stop him no matter what he wants to do.

But why go to such great lengths and spend so much money?

I have traveled hundreds of thousands of years to talk to him.

Under Yang Jian's doubts, the old man slowly spit out four words.

"A Hundred Battles of Immortal Martial Arts!"

The old man spoke with a solemn expression.

But Yang Jian didn't seem to understand what he meant.

He didn't quite understand what the "Hundred Battles of Immortal Martial Arts" the old man was talking about was?

This old man has spent hundreds of thousands of years just looking for him.

This made Yang Jian even more confused.

Is there something special about him? It's worth this old man doing this.

The old man seemed to see Yang Jian's doubts.

So he spoke slowly.

"In a distant era, there were once eight wonderful masters in the world of outer heaven!"

"These eight people are all geniuses that are rare to see in a million years!"

"They have all achieved very unattainable achievements in their respective fields!"

"Later generations will call these people's abilities and achievements the Eight Immortal Martial Arts!"

"The Eight Gates of Immortal Martial Arts are the peerless magical powers created by these eight legendary masters in their ultimate lifetime.

Each door possesses unimaginable power.

But at the same time, it will also impose an incomparable price on the cultivators, and Xianwu Baizhan is the best in combat among the eight sects."

The old man spoke slowly.

Listening to the old man's words, Yang Jian still couldn't understand.

Why did the old man go to so much trouble to find him?

"Not everyone in the world can inherit the Eight Immortal Martial Arts..."

"Inheriting such a prodigy requires not only paying a huge price!"

"It still needs to be seen whether the person's talent can withstand the huge pressure brought by this kind of magical power!"

"In the endless years, the Eight Immortal Martial Sects have only been passed down a few times!"

"And I am the third person to inherit this immortal martial arts hundred battles!"

The old man spoke slowly.

And Yang Jian listened to these words.

He also realized that what the old man meant was that he would become the fourth generation inheritor.

But when Yang Jian looked at the old man, he didn't look like he was about to die.

He still looks very energetic.

Why are you eager to pass this thing on?

"Senior, you don't look like you will disappear between heaven and earth soon!"

"And according to your ability, even if you live for hundreds of thousands of years, it is not impossible..."

"Why did you use the sword to pierce time to find me?"

Yang Jian expressed his doubts.

Facing Yang Jian's doubts, the old man once again said something that shocked Yang Jian.

"If you look at my lifespan, it's impossible for me to live for hundreds of thousands of years!"

"Although this Immortal Martial Hundred Battles is extremely powerful, there is indeed a price to pay for inheriting this magical power!"

"And the price you have to pay for inheriting the art of hundreds of battles is your lifespan!"

"Once the law of hundreds of battles is passed down, the price you have to pay is your lifespan!"

"According to your current cultivation level of Wutian Saint, inherit the method of hundreds of battles..."

"It's very likely that you only have about 1,000 years left in your life!"

"If you don't make any breakthroughs during this period, after 1,000 years..."

"The powerful power of the Hundred Battles Method will directly make you dissipate between heaven and earth!"

"As for my realm, I don't know what it would be called in your era..."

"But I can tell you that my realm is two realms above that of the Ten Thousand Saints!"

"But even so, my life span is only about one hundred thousand years!"

"It's simply impossible to see you through normal methods..."

"And now we are facing an even bigger crisis!"

When the old man talked about this crisis, the expression on his face was very solemn.

Originally, Yang Jian was still shocked by the realm the old man said.

Unexpectedly, this old man's realm was actually two realms higher than that of Wan Taoist.

Then wasn't what the old man was talking about exactly the supreme existences Sun Xiaosheng described to him?

A power more powerful than the Ten Thousand Saints.

But when he heard the word crisis coming from the old man's mouth.

Yang Jian sensed something was wrong.

It can make this old man feel the crisis in his realm!

What kind of scene must that be?

"I dare to ask senior, what are you about to face?"

Yang Jian's voice was trembling.

This old man's realm and strength are beyond what he can describe in words.
To be continued...