Chu Lan concealed his aura, following closely far behind the three members of the Xuantian Sword Sect.
Deep within Myriad Swords Abyss, the mist grew progressively denser. The stray sword qi drifting about became increasingly sharp, as if even the air itself were being sliced into fragments.
The three of them were clearly intimately familiar with the terrain, swiftly threading their way through the intricate labyrinth of sword canyons. The leading man suddenly halted, producing a quaint bronze luopan. Its needle trembled violently, pointing toward a dim, gloomy cavern.
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