"Don't forget!"

  ……

  "Even in death, I will never forget!"

  ……

  A familiar yet strange voice, echoing like a demon's whisper.

  As usual, Zuo Mo woke up from his dream with a bitter smile. Logically speaking, having the same dream so many times should have made him numb to it, but every time he woke up, he found himself drenched in sweat, which even he found unbelievable.

  The stars in the sky are dazzlingly bright, and the starlight is scattered. The mountains are quiet and peaceful.

  Last night's thrilling scene flashed before his eyes, and he suddenly thought of the black dandelion seed in his sea of consciousness. He hastily checked it, and it was still floating in his sea of consciousness. There was no movement, and he let out a sigh of relief. No matter what method he used, there was no effect on this black dandelion seed.

  He was a bit worried that this black dandelion seed didn't look like anything good, and now it had suddenly run into his own sea of consciousness, definitely not a good thing.

  Why don't we go to the hospital for a check-up after a while?

  He was thinking in his heart, and he woke up at midnight, completely sleepless. The matter of the black dandelion seeds was thought about for a moment before being put aside by him, unable to think of any solution, worrying was purely unnecessary.

  Limited by his cultivation, his spiritual sea was not vast, and apart from that black dandelion seed, it was empty.

  As he thought about it, he suddenly remembered the sword intent that had appeared out of thin air that day. The impact of that sword intent on him was really too great, deeply etched in his mind.

  He didn't cultivate the sword mantra, but that doesn't mean he completely didn't understand it. Among the outer sect disciples, many people cultivated the sword mantra after all, Wuxu Sword Sect was a sword cultivating sect. Like Wei Sheng shixiong, who mainly cultivated the sword and had even served as Luo Li shixiong's sword servant before.

  The so-called sword servant is actually a servant of the sword repairman, responsible for cleaning up the battlefield and doing some auxiliary work.

  Wei Sheng, the senior brother, is the strongest outer door disciple in terms of combat power and has a wealth of combat experience. It's said that even sword cultivators in the early stages of foundation building have been killed by him. However, Wei Sheng's sword practice scene was also seen, with five colors and ten colors, which was quite good-looking, but compared to that sword intent, it was like a paper-made colorful bird, which would be broken with just one poke.

  But like the mighty sword intent that split the sky and shook the earth last night, he had never even thought about it. Under that sword intent, all things submit, and one becomes as insignificant as an ant.

  Just at this moment, an unexpected event occurred!

  His mind was a vast ocean, and a sharp, snow-white sword intent suddenly appeared out of thin air!

  Zuo Mo's entire body stiffened, his eyes bulged outwards, and his breathing suddenly stopped.

  After a while, his icy body gradually warmed up, and his eyes slowly regained their luster. He let out a deep breath, and his eyes were filled with only shock.

  How did this happen?

  The sword intent that suddenly appeared just now is exactly the same as the terrifying sword intent from last night!

  Under no defense, this sword intent almost cut his sea of consciousness in half. The pure and cold killing intent contained in the sword intent made him lose his breath directly, and all organs in his body stopped working at that moment!

  He was still shaken in his heart and couldn't understand the situation at all.

  How is it possible!

  The black dandelion seeds that had been left in his mind sea were already making him feel terrified, and now there was another sword intent added to it!

  No!

  I didn't notice this sword intent when I checked it myself earlier!

  He carefully recalled the entire process of the sword intent appearing after he exited the sea of consciousness. Only then did he discover that the time when the sword intent appeared was precisely when he was facing the black dandelion seeds in the sea of consciousness and thought of the sword intent.

  A bold idea suddenly emerged from his mind.

  Is this sword intent released from that black dandelion seed?

  This absurd idea, once it emerged, could no longer be waved away.

  The sea of consciousness returned to a piece of emptiness, and the black dandelion seeds floated alone in the desolate sea of consciousness. Zuo Mo hesitated for a moment, that sword intent was too strong, and the impact on his body and mind just now was extremely great.

  But the idea of getting a clear understanding soon took over, gritting his teeth!

  I'm done!

  Against the black dandelion seeds, he recalled that sword intent!

  Hiss!

  A snow-white, silver-like sword intent, suddenly emerges!

  Pfft!

  Zuo Mo's entire body stiffened, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

  A moment later, a loud "Hahahaha!" echoed in the small courtyard. Zuo Mo's mouth was full of fresh blood, shocking to behold, yet his face was ecstatic with joy.

  It's indeed that black dandelion seed! The sword intent is what it released!

  This time, he was prepared and saw it clearly. Not only that, but he also discovered that the sword intent was completely different from what he had seen before, no, or rather, it was even clearer! And precisely because of this, its power was once again displayed without a doubt, how could Zuo Mo's weak heart withstand such an overbearing sword intent impact? At that moment, he was injured and spat out blood.

  Even though he was hurt, Luo Mo couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  If one can comprehend this sword intent...

  Before last night, he had not the slightest interest in swordsmanship. But that purely chilling sword aura from last night planted a seed in his heart, a seed of interest in power.

  But Zuo Mo quickly retreated from his joyful state. This sword intent was overbearing and far beyond what he could endure.

  His mind was already injured from the two consecutive sword intent impacts, and recalling the pain of his entire body being frozen stiff and his spiritual sea being easily split in half earlier, his face turned somewhat pale.

  Understanding this sword intent is naturally beneficial, but it also requires paying a painful price. Mental injuries are more difficult to heal than physical ones.

  His headache made him gasp for air from time to time. He casually picked up the nearby Sound Crystal and injected spiritual energy into it.

  "The Blood Sky Boundary erupts in fierce conflict once again..."

  The sound of Ongaku made Zuo Mo pause. Ongaku was an indispensable part of his life, and he fell asleep to it every day. Recently, news about the outbreak of conflicts in the various heavens had increased significantly compared to before.

  Are the demons unwilling to be oppressed for a long time and want to start a counterattack?

  He was thinking a bit absurdly, but soon he put this issue aside. Whether it's the Heavenly Blood Realm or the demons, they are all ten million eight thousand miles away from him, completely unrelated. He didn't believe that the demons could stir up any waves, three thousand years ago, the war between the cultivators and the demons had ended with the complete victory of the cultivators. If not for the Heavenly Blood Realm blocking the cultivators' path forward, it's likely that the demons would have been completely wiped out.

  Then there were some news about a martial arts gathering, which Zuo Mo wasn't very interested in.

  Suddenly his head was splitting with pain, and he groaned as he clutched at his temples. His mind had been injured.

  The greatest pain in life is when a stunning beauty falls from the sky, accompanied by a ferocious dragon guarding her.

  The greater pain is that just as I caught a glimpse of the beauty's peerless face, I was kicked in the vitals by the evil dragon.

  Zuo Mo's heart wailed in grief, restoring his spiritual consciousness was the most pressing issue he faced now. However, for a low-level cultivator who had only cultivated to the eighth level of Qi Refining, restoring his spiritual consciousness was absolutely a problem that far exceeded his capabilities.

  It hurts so much!

  It was as if a small knife had been inserted into the deepest part of his brain and was slowly cutting away. Before long, Zuo Mo was on the verge of going mad.

  Sitting on the roof with his head in his hands, moaning in agony that wouldn't stop.

  Zuo Mo's heart was already crying, holding his head, he almost crawled onto the meditation mat in the quiet room.

  He now had only one hope, that meditation could alleviate his suffering. Soon, the cruel reality shattered his last glimmer of luck, and no matter how he manipulated his spiritual energy, the intense pain of his primordial spirit did not decrease in the slightest.

  The whole person seemed to have been cut in half, but somehow was still intact all over.

  He hugged his head and rolled on the ground wailing, gradually, the wailing sound became lower and lower.

  The ignorant are fearless, their understanding of the divine is pitifully small. If his cultivation were deeper and he understood more things, he would never be so reckless. The repair of the divine sense, even among those cultivators in the condensing pulse period, there are not many methods. Unless a golden elixir period cultivator takes action, it can be relatively easy to repair.

  However, if a Jindan cultivator were to take action, the cost would definitely not be a small amount.

  Low-level cultivators absolutely dare not move their yuan soul, even with skilled spiritual practices in meditation, before the golden elixir stage, they do not dare to do so.

  Zuo Mo was just a low-level cultivator who had only recently broken through to the eighth layer of Qi Congregation, and his Sea of Consciousness had withstood two consecutive attacks that far exceeded his capacity to withstand, without losing his life, which was already a rare feat.

  Divine consciousness is injured and will not perish unless an external force heals it.

  The poor Zuo Mo was completely curled up into a ball, he no longer had the strength to roll over, and his breathing was weak, his consciousness blurry.

  He seemed to hear someone talking faintly.

  "You want to live?"

  Ancient and solemn voice, dignified and majestic.

  "Save me!" Zuo Mo heard his own weak and pleading reply, full of surprise.

  "Will you observe my rites, execute my will, and fulfill my oath?"

  "Too ruthless!" Zuo Mo, who was on the verge of collapse, couldn't help but let out a mournful howl. Suddenly, he had a feeling that he had been set up.

  "Will you?" The stern voice rumbled like thunder, filled with an overwhelming sense of oppression.

  "Get out!" Zuo Mo suddenly flew into a rage: "Don't think that I don't know it's you who's behind this..." He wanted to curse, but his divine sense was in intense pain, and he couldn't help but let out a miserable cry.

  "Really?"

  "Go die!" Zuo Mo cursed loudly while extending his middle finger.

  ……

  "Really?"

  "Go die!" Zuo Mo's voice was weak and he didn't even have the energy to raise his finger, let alone shout. He could only hum weakly.

  ……

  "Really?"

  "Go die!" Zuo Mo's reply was as faint as a mosquito's hum, his voice growing softer and softer, like a wandering thread.

  ……

  "Really?"

  "Go die..."

  Zuo Mo's consciousness was a blur, struggling.

  ……

  That majestic and awe-inspiring voice finally fell silent. At this moment, Zuo Mo's consciousness was completely muddled, everything around him becoming blurry.

  In a daze, he didn't know if it was his illusion or not, that voice spoke again, without dignity, only desolation.

  "When propriety is lost, the heart dies; only the oath sworn by Zeng remains..."

  The sound seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, he was unconscious.

  In his coma, Zuo Mo's consciousness drifted in the ocean of memories, where a lone black dandelion seed floated gently downwards.

  As soon as it falls, it plunges into the sea of knowledge, takes root, sprouts, blooms and bears fruit. Countless black dandelion seeds scatter and drift to every corner of the vast sea of knowledge.

  In the blink of an eye, the sea of knowledge turned into a black sea. The black sea suddenly shattered, countless fragments like black flower petals fluttered and rose into the air, transforming into countless strands of black smoke.

  Black smoke transforms, vaguely human in shape.