The mask was a crimson horror.
So terrifying that even Xie Tian shivered uncontrollably.
It seemed to possess a nameless terror that could plunge one into an unending abyss.
Strangely, in the face of this object, his cultivation technique had no reaction whatsoever.
But this didn't put Xie Tian's mind at ease, since even though his cultivation technique had advanced, it wasn't omnipotent.
At least, he frequently encountered situations where he faced certain death.
After pondering for a moment, Xie Tian abandoned the idea of trying on the mask and instead looked at the other items in his storage bag.
There weren't many items.
Roughly several hundred seventh-tier spirit stones, a seemingly unremarkable long sword, a book, and several sets of clothes.
As he drew out the long sword, Xie Tian's expression shifted slightly.
He knew little about the Sword Dao, but that didn't hinder his intuition about the sword.
"What a terrifying sword…"
