The Ruler of Dragon Island
Trapped In Illusions
Such an amazing place, hidden for how many years and never found by humans, Aron does not know if they are lucky or not.
“Come, we look there.” Walnut said with a little impatience.
It was not long before the two of them arrived at a place similar to an altar.
Only visible in front of this altar is a giant stone tablet, on it is engraved a sentence, “I, which always stands on a mound of swords.”.
Just this one sentence was in front of the entrance, as if it was deliberately carved so that the person who came after could read it.
Aron stood in front of the stone tablet while staring at that one sentence and his gaze slowly lost its focus.
A sword aura swept through the writing on this stone tablet, this was a direct hand carving of the tomb owner with his two fingers, in a single breath!
These few words, revealed a deep understanding of the sword technique from its owner! Ordinary people would not be able to know it at all!
Right in front of this stone tablet, Aron stopped his steps and did not move, he simply tilted his head and looked at the stone tablet with a puzzled expression.
Aron could feel the sword aura emanating from within this stone tablet.
Canary looked at Aron who suddenly looked at the stone tablet and said : “What's the matter? Did you see anything?”
But as if Aron had not heard the words of Canary, he still did not move at all!
Canary frowned and stretched out his hand to push Aron, he was afraid that Aron was being controlled by something.
Anything can happen in this place, Aron's mental strength isn't very strong and maybe his mind is controlled!
But Canary's hand stopped right after she reached out her hand.
He saw that Aron was possessed, his eyes were so dull that his pupils had enlarged, his eyes had turned white and he looked very scary.
Now that Aron's entire spiritual consciousness has been drawn into the stone tablet, Aron also realizes this impropriety and seeks to free himself from this spiritual bond, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.
Only Aron's body was trembling and cold sweat pouring from his forehead.
The Canary face's sharpness turned very ugly, he rushed out a talisman then bit his finger and drew something on the talisman's paper.
“Where is this? Where is this?”
Aron shouted desperately but no one answered him.
Aron saw a gray world in front of him and he himself stood on a large rock.
As the world in front of him became clearer, Aron was surprised to find that in front of him there were corpses everywhere!
Seen by the millions of corpses as well as the aura of blood that filled the sky, terrifying spiritual energy flew everywhere, Aron tried to absorb that spiritual energy into his body but no matter how powerful he used the Soul Concentration Art, it still did not work.
Slowly a figure appeared and not long after that the figure stopped in front of Aron, covered in blood while holding a long sword, his pair of eyes looking at Aron with a gaze full of killing intent!
“Who are you? Who are you?”
Aron looked at the person before him and asked twice.
But the man did not answer at all, as if he could not see Aron.
That person put his sword behind his back then turned around and stared at the battlefield where millions of corpses were lying!
The light of the setting sun unfurled the silhouette of this figure.
Aron realized there was an endless sense of loneliness and sadness in this swordsman!
Suddenly this swordsman moved, as he moved nine huge shadows appeared behind him in a single breath, instantly they rose up from the ground and looked identical to his original body.
With nine shadows and one original body, it instantly formed a killing formation in an instant! A tragic aura instantly shot into the sky!
The swordsman moved slowly, the sword in his hand began to dance.
The nine shadows behind him also followed his movements.
The swords in their hands were each filled with rhythmic movements, Aron's pupils enlarged and he stared at this scene in awe.