644: Chapter 641 Following the River

At the same time, Saint Ring's figure also became a bit more illusory and transparent.

Clearly, he had paid a significant price in energy to withstand the pressure and send the sacred ring bell out.

"Is it done?"

A Saint Realm expert asked Saint Ring.

"Yes." Saint Ring nodded and said, "We can continue."

His gaze was fixed on the Evil-Slaying Killing Formation in front of him, watching the fused Lower Being inside.

Perhaps for ten million or even hundreds of millions of years, as long as our power remains, we will absolutely never give up on destroying you.

Subsequently, the Three Saints completely merged into the Grand Array, using their own bodies to drive its operation to the maximum extent.

In an instant, the speed at which the Lower Being was being strangled increased significantly, despite the resistance from its powerful recovery ability.

However, his main body was still being worn down slowly and steadily.

At the same time, the Evil-Slaying Killing Formation and the scene inside quickly disappeared from Chen De's sight.

Only in its original place, a giant sword that was almost broken remained plunged into the ground.

Has it hidden itself...

Chen De thought to himself.

As for the countless Quasi-Saints and Immortal Law practitioners trapped in the Ancient Battlefield, they were also being erased bit by bit by the power of this battlefield.

After witnessing this scene, Chen De noticed that the scene before his eyes suddenly began to accelerate.

It was even faster than the previous rewind, but this time it was playing forward.

Clearly, reaching this point meant that this stage should be considered over.

Those Quasi-Saints and Immortal Law practitioners were being erased at a much faster rate than the Lower Being.

Although Chen De couldn't judge the specific time under the accelerated conditions.

Right before his eyes, in order of their strength—from the weakest to the strongest—they gradually disappeared one by one from this battlefield.

After they all disappeared, there were no more reference points in Chen De's perspective.

Under the suppression of the Ancient Battlefield, no matter how much time passed, the state of other things would not change.

Therefore, Chen De had no way to judge whether it was playing forward, at what speed it was playing, or if there was any acceleration at this moment.

Originally, there was a giant sword that could serve as a reference, judging by its degree of self-healing.

High-level spiritual treasures can be said to be alive, so as long as they are not completely shattered or subjected to a devastating attack,

provided they remain intact, they possess the ability to repair themselves.

However, without external help and relying solely on their own self-healing ability, it would take a very long time to fully recover.

Unfortunately, at a certain point in time, this giant sword also suddenly vanished into thin air.

Chen De guessed that it must have hidden itself.

Now without a reference, he, who already had a fuzzy sense of the passage of time, was undoubtedly even more confused.

But purely from feeling, it should be playing forward, and the forward speed was getting faster and faster.

Because the previous rewind was the same, not wasting too much time on such fluff.

The scene that appeared next allowed Chen De to immediately determine that his guess was correct.

It was accelerating, and the acceleration was getting faster and faster.

Even with his reaction speed, he saw Xie Feng's first visit and second visit occurring almost back-to-back.

Finally, the scene changes before his eyes stopped once they reached the actual time they were currently in.

It was still the barren battlefield, but compared to when they first arrived and there was nothing, a giant sword now appeared before their eyes.

It was plunged into the ground, and compared to the memory of it being nearly broken, the state of the sword before them was much better.

After countless billions of years of self-repair, at least on the surface, it had once again radiated the splendor of a saint-level innate spiritual treasure.

Chen De returned to the original place, and the other four Sect Masters naturally returned here as well.

They were also perfectly clear about the contents of the rewind and the forward playback.

They also knew the origin and strength of the giant sword before them.

So as soon as they appeared, they didn't look at the other four people, but instead stared collectively at this giant sword.

A saint-level innate spiritual treasure!

If one could obtain a spiritual treasure of this level, they would likely possess combat power invincible below the Saint level.

The so-called two corpse, three corpse, late-stage Quasi-Saint, or peak Quasi-Saint practitioners would all be insufficient before it.

Not only could it provide powerful combat strength, but it also meant they would have an innate spiritual treasure for later severing the second or third corpse.

What could be stronger or more suitable than the item before them?

Xie Feng, in particular, had the strongest desire for this spiritual treasure.

He was a sword cultivator and used a sword, although the one before him was a giant sword, which didn't quite match his personal sword style.

But the grade of this sword was high enough!

Furthermore, among the originally designated Ten Great Innate Spiritual Treasures of the Sacred Ring, none were swords except for his chanyu sword.

Those even less compatible items were within his range of choice, let alone this one which was also a sword.

However, although all five of them desperately wanted this giant sword, none of them acted rashly, and none took the initiative to step forward and snatch it.

Even though they knew that if they snatched it now, absolutely no one would stop them.

But they knew even better that a saint-level innate spiritual treasure, even an ownerless one, would inevitably carry incredibly powerful might.

This might was simply not something a few early-stage Quasi-Saints could withstand.

A saint-level innate spiritual treasure has the word 'Saint' in its name; this represents a complete Saint, a true Saint, which is different from their so-called Quasi-Saints.

Another point was that in this inheritance, there was likely some consciousness watching over them.

If they came to blows over a spiritual treasure now, the final result would definitely not be what they wanted to see.

Perhaps the current scene was also part of the inheritance trial.

Therefore, the five of them not only chose not to make a move, but instead took a step back in unison.

If any of them could complete the trial, this spiritual treasure would naturally be theirs.

Forcing their gazes away from the spiritual treasure, there was no greed in their eyes—not because they weren't greedy, but because they could perfectly hide that greed.

They then put on an air of indifference, even completely ignoring the existence of this giant sword.

"Haha."

Just as they had shifted their attention away from it, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the giant sword.

An illusory figure also slowly emerged from the giant sword.

"You five little fellows are quite patient."

The laughter instantly attracted the attention of the five, and they all turned their gazes toward it.

They used their eyes because, compared to divine sense, although eyes can observe fewer things, the damage received through them as a medium is also less.

Therefore, methods of divine sense detection were usually used actively rather than subconsciously.

Normally, most of them still relied more on their eyes.

Upon seeing the person's face, the five immediately recognized who it was.

It was not that ancestor of their Sacred Ring Sect, but the Saint Extreme Realm expert holding the giant sword whom they had seen in the rewind.

Seeing this, the five hurriedly bowed and said, "Greetings, Saint!"

The figure, however, did not show a hint of the posture of a superior, but instead greeted them in a friendly manner, "First time meeting, I am holding the sword!"