Clatter!
As Ning Zheng was deep in thought, he saw the ancient figure sighing in sorrow vanish.
The dagger at the waist of that figure, which distorted spatial perception, was swept into the space turbulence.
With a clatter.
A crack appeared in the space turbulence in Ning Zheng's room, and a dagger fell before his eyes.
It seemed to contain some prehistoric great power, and Ning Zheng felt vaguely that this Immortal Weapon, at its peak, could slice through spatial dimensions, cutting through the third and fourth dimensions, severing realms one by one.
But now, due to the great change in the laws of heaven and earth, this Divine Weapon could no longer pry open space and had lost most of its Divine Power.
Ning Zheng showed a look of contemplation, "Is this history from a super-ancient era?"
It felt even older than the era when the Immortal Realm was established.
