Throne of the Myriad Spirits

"The Phoenix is right. Go, enter the Heavenly Emperor's burial pit and draw the Heavenly Emperor Sword," the voice of the system resounded at this moment, carrying a trace of disdain.

As soon as Xu Yan heard the system's voice, he became agitated and questioned, "System, where were you earlier? I called you, why didn't you respond?"

He had called the system several times without getting a response, leading him to think that even the system might have encountered an unforeseen situation. For a moment, he felt worried and regretful.

"I've been here all along. It's the influence of the gray mist that affected you, paralyzing your mind with fear," the system explained. "Of course, I could have made you sober up, but I chose not to. It's a form of tempering."

When it saw Xu Yan in a panic, it was secretly delighted. It hadn't responded intentionally, trying to scare him. Of course, this couldn't be revealed; otherwise, Xu Yan would be forced to fight against it.

"Damn it!"