Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound. On the top of the mountain in the distance, a man with disheveled hair stood there with his collarbone locked by an iron chain.

His appearance was extremely terrifying, but he also revealed an indescribable majesty and loneliness, as if he was a warrior who refused to bow his head in a forgotten corner of the world.

In the deep and sun-blocking forest, dense trees stand like guards, leaving only sparse light falling from the branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows.

Lin Fan and his companions walked through here, nervousness and vigilance written on everyone's faces.

The weapons they held tightly in their hands reflected a faint luster in the faint light, seeming to indicate the coming danger.

In an open space, thick chains wrapped around a humanoid figure.

These chains seemed to be made of some kind of strange metal, emitting a faint blue light, with electric light jumping on their surface from time to time.

The man who was bound by chains had disheveled hair and ragged clothes, but even so, an unyielding aura could still be felt from him.

Lin Fan and others approached cautiously, filled with doubts and curiosity.

They knew that there might be some kind of secret hidden here, perhaps an unknown mystery about the ancient continent.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Lin Fan tried to hide his nervousness and kept his voice as calm as possible, but there was inevitably a hint of inquiry in his tone.

The man slowly raised his head. Although his face was covered with thick hair, you could still see a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

His voice was low and powerful, with an indescribable charm: "Who am I, haha, who am I? In the ancient continent, there are still people who don't know me!"

This tone seems to be asking myself, but also seems to be questioning the ignorance of the world.

Lin Fan and others couldn't help but become more curious about who this person was and how he could maintain such arrogance in such a situation.

"Stop pretending! Who are you?"

Zhong Ling'er couldn't help but speak, her voice revealing impatience and fear.

She held the weapon tightly, her body trembling slightly, obviously frightened by the situation in front of her.

The man finally stood up, the chains making a heavy sound.

He raised his head, and his eyes shot out two sharp glances through his scattered hair: "The number one sword god in the ancient continent, Li Shentong!"

His voice was filled with immense pride, as if this name was the best proof of his identity.

Having said that, he held his head high and his eyes blazing, waiting for the reaction of Lin Fan and others.

Obviously, in his opinion, this name is enough to make everyone respect him.

However, Lin Fan's reaction was beyond his expectation: "I've never heard of it!"

Lin Fan's voice was calm, even a little cold.

He turned to Jin Bike, hoping to get some explanation from his well-informed companion.

Jin Buke was silent for a while, and finally shook his head: "I don't know, I don't know."

His voice was equally calm, but you could feel that he was also filled with doubts.

After this brief conversation, the originally tense atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Lin Fan and his companions looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Their eyes unconsciously fell back on the chained man, trying to find clues in his words.

"That's right, more than two hundred years have passed. Naturally, you younger generations don't know about me, Li Shentong!"

Li Shentong's voice was full of helplessness and bitterness, as if he was regretting the passage of these long years.

He looked at Lin Fan and others' confused expressions and spoke slowly, each word revealing the weight of time.

When Lin Fan and others heard this, they couldn't help but feel respectful.

What they saw in front of them was not only a man who claimed to be the Sword God, but also a life that had experienced hundreds of years of hardships.

Such an existence deserves respect no matter what.

"Over the years, within a year, I have only drawn one stroke, and now, I have drawn 233 strokes! Now someone has finally succeeded me!"

There was a sense of relief in Li Shentong's voice, as if his waiting had finally come to fruition.

His eyes were blurred, as if he had traveled through time and space, returning to those lonely years.

Lin Fan and his companions were involuntarily attracted by these words, but at the same time they were also confused.

"Draw the bar, where do you draw the bar?"

Lin Fan asked the question on everyone's mind.

They looked at Li Shentong and saw that he was hanging high, his hands unable to touch the ground. It seemed impossible to leave any traces on the ground.

"Well, it's right across the street!"

There was a hint of pride in Li Shentong's voice, and he guided Lin Fan and the others' gaze with his eyes.

Lin Fan followed Li Shentong's eyes and saw 233 neat lines painted on a mountain peak not far away. No more, no less.

Each bar is carved deeply into the bones, as if each sword contains infinite power and determination.

"Sword Qi!"

Lin Fan thought to himself. He felt a kind of shock that he had never experienced before. This was not only awe of Li Shentong's skill, but also a deep respect for this senior's perseverance and lonely perseverance.

To be able to leave such a profound mark at such a long distance with just his sword energy, this person's skill is by no means an ordinary person.

Lin Fan and others couldn't help but begin to re-examine the man in front of them who claimed to be the "First Sword God of the Ancient Continent".

"Why are there no birds or animals in this forest?!"

Lin Fan looked at Li Shentong and asked.

This was also the question in Lin Fan's mind.

Lin Fan's question was like dropping a huge boulder in the quiet woods, causing ripples in circles.

He looked at Li Shentong, his eyes flashing with confusion and curiosity.

In this forest, they had not heard any sounds of birds or animals since they entered it. This kind of dead silence was completely different from the forests they had experienced before.

"I have eaten all the living creatures in this forest. Including some monks who occasionally broke into this forest!"

Li Shentong's voice slowly dispersed in the air, and every word seemed to fall heavily on the hearts of Lin Fan and others.

His expression was calm, as if he was describing an ordinary thing.

After hearing this, Lin Fan's heart tightened, and the air around him seemed to freeze.

He quietly signaled to Jin Buke, Jiang Shuiling and others to slowly retreat, trying to find an opportunity to escape.

However, before their actions were completed, Li Shentong's voice sounded again: "It's too late to retreat now!"

Before he finished speaking, an invisible huge suction force suddenly appeared, and Zhong Ling'er's body flew towards Li Shentong uncontrollably.