In the depths of the Nether Demon Stream, there was a large door at the bottom of a mountain. Even though it was incredibly broken, the hall within it still remained.
The hall was very big, and there were 30 Tang King Clan disciples standing guard.
Tang Juetian stood in front of a stone coffin. He was wearing large blue robes and had a cold and handsome appearance. His eyes were sharp, and he was just standing there. He seemed like a spear with a powerful aura.
Following his gaze, he was looking at a stone sword inside the coffin.
The stone sword was one meter long and ten or so centimeters wide, and it had a shape similar to a bottle gourd.
There was an eyeball between the blade and the hilt, looking extremely like a human's eyeball.
It was spinning, as if it was looking around, looking incredibly horrifying.
Tang Juetian muttered, "Is this really a Saint Sword?"
