In the projection of the Primordial Tower, Chu Ming sat quietly beneath the void, constantly perfecting his Sword Technique of having a sword in heart but no sword in hand, his gaze becoming increasingly sharp.
"Alright, your time is up, you should enter the ninth level now!"
The cold voice of the Artifact Spirit came from the void.
"Hmm!"
Chu Ming nodded slightly, stood up lightly, his expression suddenly grew extremely serious. The black-robed swordsman on the ninth level was theoretically a level stronger than he was.
Boom!
The scene before him suddenly changed, darkness surrounded him, and a terrifying colorful river of stars appeared around Chu Ming, with meteors rising and falling, stretching endlessly.
Boom!
On a mottled meteor, a black-robed figure suddenly sprang up, a terrifying momentum swiftly swept around, the sword momentum shook the heavens, causing the stars to tremble, shattering the surrounding meteors, only the meteor beneath his feet remained intact.
