Destined Martial Lord

Furthermore, this umbrella seemed to have formed a sort of resonance with the seal in his body. Ye Fan instantly understood, even though this umbrella was a treasure, it was definitely under the control of the living dead.    

    

Now that he could control the black umbrella, it definitely had something to do with the will of the living dead!    

    

Ye Fan suddenly lost his senses, because he was clearly controlled by the live corpse using a seal, the reason why the live corpse lured him here was so that he could help him pull out the sword, but because he had failed, the living corpse would give him some benefits, letting him grow up and then come back to help him.    

    

As for the man in white, he probably couldn't even pass the first stage!    

    

If he hadn't accidentally broken through to the level of the Sword Heart's Eye, he would probably have been lost in the black fog, muddled until death, and finally turned into a pile of white bones on this altar of bones!    

    

Ye Fan couldn't help but think that since this altar was so tall, could it be that the bones were piled up like this? If that was the case, then it was too terrifying!    

    

From ancient times until now, just how many people had died here!    

    

Ye Fan's heart became heavy. Every year, countless heaven's pride level experts would come to the Spirit Refinement Grounds to temper themselves, and even if there were a lot of people from the core region, there was actually such a supreme existence on the altar of bones. Yet, not a single piece of news about him spread throughout the entire continent.    

    

Now, Ye Fan even suspected that the appearance of this Soul Refining Land was related to this live corpse!    

    

The soul refining grounds had already existed for tens of thousands of years. Countless heaven's pride level experts had come to this place during their time here, and the living dead definitely attracted quite a few people to come and help him. However, he was still lying there.    

    

Since no one succeeded, was there anyone else in this world who was in the same situation as him?    

    

Since these people did not succeed in saving the dead, then did they die? Or was he hibernating?    

    

How many people had the living dead controlled to serve him? The most important thing was that these people who were controlled were the top heaven's pride level experts of every era!    

    

Everything was still a mystery! And when one thought about it carefully, it was truly terrifying!    

    

And now, Ye Fan had become one of them!    

    

Ye Fan even thought, if one day there really was someone who pulled out the sword in their chest for the living dead, when they walked out from the Soul Refining Grounds, what would the world be like?    

    

Just thinking about it made one feel incomparably fearsome!    

    

However, Ye Fan could only think of this, with his current strength, there was no way to change it.    

    

From Ye Fan's observation, it was a treasure that was one with attack and defense. As for the specific grade of the umbrella, Ye Fan was simply unable to determine since the umbrella was not a commonly used treasure, but a magic tool from the Primordial Era.    

    

However, based on the information that Ye Fan had gushed into his mind the moment he received the black umbrella, the attack and defense of the black umbrella was extremely strong.    

    

Holding the black umbrella in his hand, Ye Fan walked towards the bottom of the altar. The surrounding black mist once again surged towards him, but the black umbrella naturally emitted a wave of energy that wrapped around Ye Fan.    

    

But Ye Fan still opened his Sword Heart's Eye, because even if the elements in the black mist did not invade, Ye Fan's vision could not see anything in the black mist, and could only rely on the Sword Heart's Eye to walk.    

    

His departure was much faster than when he first entered, and very quickly, Ye Fan walked out of the area covered by the black mist. As soon as he came out, he saw the white robed corpse, and the corpse had already started to rot!    

    

Ye Fan could not help but be taken aback. Just how long had he stayed in the black fog? Even if the man in white died after entering the black mist, he wouldn't rot in just a few days. After all, the man in white was a cultivator of Martial Soul stage, so maintaining his corpse for a few years wouldn't be a problem.    

    

Even if the environment of the Soul Refining Sect was special, it should at least be able to be maintained for a few months.    

    

Could it be that there was something strange within the black mist?    

    

Thinking about it, Ye Fan rushed towards the bottom of the altar. He realized that Yan Feng, Huang Di and the others had already disappeared, and it was obvious that they had already missed their appointed time.    

    

Ye Fan did not continue to head towards the Soul Refining Prison, but started to return to the Supreme Elder. After all, his destructive ability had already awakened, so the next step was to continue increasing the strength of his own body, which was to strengthen his own body.    

    

After travelling for a short while, Ye Fan soon arrived at the small cabin. He found the Great Clan Elder drinking tea outside the small cabin.    

    

Seeing Ye Fan, the Grand Elder revealed a trace of a smile, and a trace of gratification flashed past his eyes.    

    

Through the Grand Elder's gaze, Ye Fan knew that he had definitely disappeared for a very long time.    

    

"Disciple, where have you been these past few months?"    

    

Sure enough, before Ye Fan could say anything, the Great Clan Elder spoke to Ye Fan.    

    

Who would have thought that he had already been lost in the black mist for several months!