Chen Jing's heart surged with a sense of unwillingness, and he let out a loud roar. His spiritual energy poured into the sword, and his body seemed to disappear in an instant, leaving only the sword in his hand.

  Light as a feather, heavy as a mountain.

  Two completely different feelings surged out from the sword, in an instant, one sword turned into two swords, two swords turned into three swords, three swords became countless swords, and the dots of sword light formed a misty fog. In just this brief moment, it had already counterattacked the three people. The misty fog was not an illusion, but because the sword was too fast, each sword strike made one feel as if thousands of swords were striking out.

  "Ding ding ding......"

  The sound of gold and iron clashing was still echoing in their ears, Wu Meng and Xiao Yulou felt a chill run down their spines at the same time. The power attached to this sword didn't make them feel afraid, but its speed made them struggle and frightened.

  Sword like heavenly creation, floating and mysterious.

  In the world, if one were to categorize the self-cultivation methods of protecting oneself, they could be divided into Fa Xiū (Dharma Cultivation), Shù Xiū (Technique Cultivation), and Wǔ Xiū (Martial Cultivation). The three of them are all Wǔ Xiū cultivators, even Chen Jing can be considered a Wǔ Xiū cultivator now. Moreover, the three of them are extremely proud and arrogant, with an extremely high self-esteem, never thinking that one day they would be forced to only defend against someone's sword. In their eyes, those faint sword lights seemed to appear out of thin air, by the time they saw it, it was already right in front of them, without any warning or signs.

  But just as the black millet was at its peak, a sudden sound of gold and iron shattering rang out, and in an instant the black millet dispersed. Chen Jing's hands were empty, and in front of him a black fog enveloped everything, with fragments of broken swords floating and flying about in the fog, following Chen Jing as he fell into the dark city of Qin Guang.

  "What a formidable monster, yet it possesses such exquisite swordsmanship." Wu Meng on the city wall said in surprise.

  The young noble put his sword back in its scabbard and simply looked towards the city walls.

  Xiao Yulou lightly laughed and said: "Hehe, demon, shouldn't you be called a vengeful spirit?"

  At this moment, a flash of lightning burst out from the almost solidified City God Temple in the sky and fell straight into the deep abyss-like city. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace. After a long time, the dark city head suddenly flashed with lightning, and there was one more person on the city head.

  Black hair high bun, obliquely inserted purple hairpin, a white dress like electric shock, in this dark world exceptionally eye-catching.

  For those standing on the city wall, it may not be a long time, but with Ye Qingxue's magical powers and the Thunder Escape Technique, within this period of time, if they had exerted their full strength to escape, they would have been at least a thousand miles away.

  There weren't many people on the city wall, but each and every one of them was staring at Ye Qingxue. Although Ye Qingxue didn't look like a frightening person in terms of her appearance or her usual words, they all felt a sharp killing aura emanating from her at this moment.

  No one spoke, only in the high and tightly closed city gate tower, there was a faint five-colored light shining through.

  "I, Ye Qingxue, may not be from a renowned sect or clan, but I am not one to be trifled with either. Do you think I, Ye Qingxue, am incapable of killing gods and destroying spirits?" Ye Qingxue suddenly said in a tone that was neither light nor heavy, gazing out at the endless darkness within the city, as if muttering to herself, yet exuding an aura of solemn killing intent that spread outwards.

  "Yexianzi, what does this mean?" asked the young man in brocade clothes with a frown.

  Others were also staring at Ye Qingxue.

  "I, Qian Luomen, have been open for over 300 years, although I may not be comparable to the Kunlun Xianzong's prosperity of ten thousand years. However, within my sect, no one is allowed to bully or humiliate others, at least not in front of me, Ye Qingxue. Not even if he were a divine being." Ye Qingxue still didn't look at anyone, standing quietly on the dark city wall, with a gloomy and oppressive wind.

  "Hehe, Ye Xianzi is joking, how could we possibly treat a member of your sect like that!" The young master in brocade smiled, his smile seeming carefree.

  "The person you just forced into the city is my junior brother." Ye Qingxue said calmly without even looking at him.

  At this time, Xiao Yulou suddenly laughed and said: "Ye Xianzi is probably mistaken. The person just now was exactly the same as the black armored guards in the city, and there was no facial resemblance at all. Although he used a sword, the sword light was black, so how could it be Shizhong?"

  "Yes, Ye Xianzi, that's just a vengeful spirit, a particularly vicious one. If it were to leave this place, it would surely become a great evil that harms the world." Wu Meng also said loudly.

  "Lost soul? Demon? That's my junior brother, no matter how he changes I can still recognize him. The flavor of that sword technique, in this world besides my junior brother Chen Jing, there won't be anyone else." Just as Ye Qingxue finished speaking, Qin Hu suddenly said from a distance: "Heh heh, even if he is Ye Xianzi's junior brother, what does it have to do with you when Jiang Daolong is here?"

  Ye Qingxue slightly turned her head, only giving a faint glance, then looked back at the dark city and said: "Although you are a god, taking your life is just a matter of turning my palm." She didn't even look at Qin Huo's face. Then she said: "You say it's not my turn to speak, but I ask you, if I were the leader of the Thousand Luo Gate, would I have this qualification?"

  What she said was light and casual, but it brought a chill to the hearts of the few people still alive on the city wall. Jiang Liuyun was still there, and everyone had witnessed his incredible strength that could make gods retreat, yet Ye Qingxue dared to say such words.

  Each person had different thoughts, the city head was shrouded in a gloomy wind, blowing up Ye Qingxue's black hair and white clothes, giving her a sense of isolation on the city wall, as if she was left behind by the world. On her head, threads of electricity appeared, forming a lightning talisman, the destructive aura within the talisman shocked her to the core. Directly above, a nearly solid temple of the City God loomed, with faint five-colored lights emanating from within.

  All these scenes were invisible to him, for he was lying on the bed in that wooden house again.

  He naturally didn't know what happened later on the city wall, nor did he know that Ye Qingxue had come out of the City Guardian Temple and was chasing after him in the dark. Otherwise, he wouldn't be worried about Ye Qingxue's safety now. In that situation, anyone could see that Ye Qingxue didn't even know that the Five-Colored Light was emitted from the City Guardian Temple, obviously they were trying to lure the Black Armor Riders into the temple. Under the Five-Colored Light, Ye Qingxue had thrown him out just as he was about to enter the City Guardian Temple.

  Jiang Liuyun is cold and unfeeling, Chen Jing has always felt this way. When Ye Qingxue summoned the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder to strike him down, Jiang Liuyun managed to escape into thin air, making Chen Jing feel that he had already become emotionless, with only himself in his eyes, or perhaps he had entered a demonic state, or maybe it was said that he had achieved the legendary "Supreme Indifference".

  Chen Jing fell back into the darkness, unaware of how long he had fallen, and even felt like he had fallen for several years. The darkness was endless, and time and space were indistinguishable. His divine senses were completely useless.

  When he woke up again, the person was indeed on the bed. By the bed, as expected, sat that girl named Youyou, who was still calling him "Chen Jiege" (Brother Chen), still affectionate. Chen couldn't see any cracks or artificiality in her expression, or maybe there were too many cracks, but she only needed one sentence to make Chen at a loss for what to do.

  "They are all heavenly demons, transforming at will, and when their heart demons are born, they appear."

  Everything in this world is real, the sky, the earth, mountains and rivers, everything, without a hint of illusion. But his own memories and thoughts tell him that this is a fake world. The body that grew up day by day since childhood, the scars on it, the people and things in memory, all prove that everything before was true.

  "Brother, your sword is already broken."

  Chen Jing sat on the bed and did not get up, but stared blankly at the roof, as if to see the changes of heaven and earth from that roof which had experienced countless wind and rain. Youyou sat on the edge of the bed, beside a wooden table, on which lay a sword broken into pieces.

  The sword Chen Jing remembered had already shattered into pieces, but now it was actually put together again, or rather stuck together. What kept the sword fragments from scattering was the sword's scabbard.

  The sword's aura is still there, but it has thinned out a lot and the spiritual energy of the sword body is dim.

  "What if Old Sword Guest comes back and sees that his sword is broken?" Youyou continued.

  Chen Jing finally came back to his senses. The old swordsman was a mysterious person, even Chen Jing himself felt that way, and somehow he knew.

  "Who is Lao Jianke?" Chen Jing said with a pretentious air of nonchalance.

  "Brother, you've forgotten Old Sword Guest. He's the one who taught you swordsmanship and passed on the art of controlling swords to you." Youyou said solemnly.

  Chen Jing closed his eyes and didn't say another word, he didn't know what to say. If he said that the sword technique was learned on Mount Qianluo, she would say it was a dream demon. By now, Chen Jing had already confirmed that his previous memories were distorted here. Many things happened here too, but they seemed to be and yet not be.

  Time flies, and Chen Jing has been here for several months in the blink of an eye.

  Nourish the injury, nourish the spirit, cultivate the sword and refine the aura.

  Although he has been here for so long, he feels more and more that the world he is in now is full of dead air. Whether it's the white clouds in the sky or the birds flying between the trees, they all seem to be imbued with a dead air.

  He didn't know if it was because he thought the world was hell in his heart that he had this feeling, or if it was just like that. Several times wanting to leave, always heading in one direction, using all his strength, finally after waking up from meditation, he found himself sitting on the bed in a wooden house.

  She asked in surprise, "Brother, you've been here all along? I meditated from last night until now and just woke up." This made Chen Jing feel at a loss.

  If it were just once or twice, that would be fine, but this has happened several times in a row, forcing Chen Jing to re-examine his sister.

  "Who are you?" Chen Jing's voice was soft, but his expression was serious and solemn, with piercing eyes staring straight ahead.

  She hung her head low, not knowing whether she didn't dare to look into Chen Jing's eyes or what, after a while, Chen Jing heard the soft sobbing, yet still said: "You should know my past, know my temperament, I don't want to have any divine powers that can reach the sky and penetrate the earth, nor do I need to be immortal, but I yearn for freedom. Tell me your conditions, how can I leave?"

  Slowly raising her head, her face was like a lotus flower with dew.

  "Brother, what's wrong with you again? Don't be so gloomy!"

  Chen Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, and a wave of intolerance surged up in his heart. However, he suddenly became vigilant, slightly tilted his head, and slowly picked up the broken Misty Heaven Sword. The sword slowly pointed towards the faint throat. The sword body had already turned black and was no longer bright, with faint black smoke rising from it, and one of the black insects seemed to be crawling.

  "If everything I had before was just a nightmare, then please let me stay in the dream forever. If not, then this world is not real now, please let me leave." Chen Jing's sword pointed at her slender neck, without even looking into her eyes.