1985 The Second World! A Second Home! (3)
The scene shifted, and along the long street, various sword styles were handed down. The Nine Major Sword Techniques, the Eighteen Sword Forms, and the Three Thousand Sword Stylesā¦
The scene shifted, and a young man, dressed in fresh attire and riding a spirited horse, held a three-foot sword. He stood against the strong and aided the weak, traversing the martial arts worldā¦
The scene shifted, and he entered a dimensional space, searching for hidden treasures, slaying mutated beasts, vanquishing formidable foes, and cultivating his pathā¦
The scene shifted, and atop the mountain peak, an isolated immortal stood, left with nothing but a sense of emptiness, unsure of where to goā¦
Even though he boasted dominance over the world, without friends or family, without attachment or support, he was like rootless waterweed, achieving something yet also achieving nothing.
Amidst endless confusion, he leaped forward.
The scene shifted, returning to a dilapidated gray courtyard from decades past.
Cobwebs hung high, a lanternās remnants painted half the light, and within the courtyard lay an open coffin, void of a body.
āIs thisā¦ my home?ā
A palpable sense of despair gripped every eye, prompting heads to bow in a collective gesture of powerlessness. āIām sorry, Iāve lost all of youā¦ā
At this point in the Second World, perpetual loneliness enveloped those spiritual cultivators who could not withstand the depths of such a mental state.
And those who barely managed to awaken, despite knowing the need to resist, were left with only confusion in their eyes, unsure of how to react.
Yu Lingdi closed his eyes, his eyelashes quivering as two lines of tears trickled down.
In the Azure Marsh, Five Decays of Heaven and Man struggled to rise, clutching his mask. He gazed upon the shimmering reflections in the water, drained of all his strength.
Atop the Fallen Abyss, Xu Xiaoshou raised his head and looked up at the sky.
āSpirit Awakeningā triggered time and time again. He fell into oblivion each time but finally managed to glimpse the world before him.
It was not a hospital room.
It was not the Tiansang Spirit Palace.
It was a realm of pure blue sky, adorned with strands of white clouds, adrift and untethered.
āIn my old age, loneliness is my sole companion. Where can one find a homeā¦ā
In the Blood World, Yan Wuseās head lowered, and his Thunderstrike Spear vanished from his grasp.
He snapped back to awareness almost instantly, his pupils contracted as he prepared to resist.
Yet, just as a crimson light flashed in his eyes, Yan Wuse lost all color in his face. It finally dawned on him that something was off about his environment.
He clearly had the power to break free from the mind control of this sword, as Xiao Kongtongās ability was evidently inadequate.
āHow foolish Iāve been, lingering in the Blood World.ā
In a mere second, Yan Wuse was once again influenced, and pulled into the Second World.
The scene shifted, then shifted again, and againā¦
From endless confusion, to slaughter, to warfare, to fighting for belief, he pierced through realms, establishing a city within a realm.
At long last, the nine majestic city walls emerged from the earth like nine swords thrusting upward, their silhouettes illuminated beneath the silver moon. The figure that was projected on Yan Wuse had finally found his second purpose in life.
At the same moment, the Way of the Swordās Power Upanishad Formation nearly engulfed the entirety of Abyss Island. Across the vast expanse of Abyss Island, a city materialized out of thin air, overlapping and intertwining.
The city walls were forged by swords, its streets were walked by ancient swordsmen.
A united multitude fragmented into countless smaller families, each with its own bond. When someone needed help, support came from all directions.
āI have a sword that requires everyoneās aidā¦ā
In the Eastern Regionās Holy Sword Land, the Bazhun Realm.
At the Fringe Moon Immortal City, far beyond the dimensional space, everyone raised their heads as if catching a whisper in the wind. Then, they all raised their swords.
āEldest Senior Brother, take this!ā
āEldest Senior Brother, Iām here to help!ā
āEldest Senior Brother, unsheathe your sword. Weāll forever be your backing!ā
Yan Wuseās spirit was instantly shattered, cast aside from this world, leaving him with immense solitude.
And on the other side, Xiao Kongtong raised his sword through the void!
Behind him, the Fringe Moon Immortal City materialized from illusion, fully embodying the essence of the Fantasy Sword Technique, turning fiction into reality!
A myriad of spirit swords ascended into the skies above Abyss Island, accompanied by numerous ancient swordsmen taking flight.
The endless sword energy amassed by the Fringe Moon Immortal City over decades converged upon Xiao Kongtongās Kongtong Formless Sword.
āA demi-saint bows atop the Immortal City!ā
Xiao Kongtongās expression turned solemn as he swung the Kongtong Formless Sword.
From north to south, the Abyss Island spanned millions of miles, erupting in a deafening boom. A sword light tore through the air, leaving behind a rift that separated the island like a heavenly chasm.
That sword light pierced through time and space, cleaving Yan Wuse, who was just recovering from his shock, into two halves, sending forth a shower of blood blossoms.
The Abyss Island returned to silence, and before closing his eyes and collapsing, Xiao Kongtong murmured with a smile:
āThe Second Worldā¦ā