The flute melody was melodious, as though it carried a magic that could pierce straight into the heart.
Fanyue followed the sound of the flute all the way over and found the one playing it.
No, that was not a person, but a wisp of wandering soul.
"Y-you... who are you?" Fanyue asked cautiously.
The wandering soul beckoned.
"Come with me. Your sister Lin Wanqing sent me to find you."
At the mention of Lin Wanqing, Fanyue's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward twice.
"Did Sister send you to find me?"
Suddenly, he stepped into empty air.
He had not noticed that there was no road beneath his feet. He was simply shrouded in confusion, unable to see the path below.
With someone standing ahead of him, he naturally assumed there was a road ahead.
Fanyue did not know how long he fell before he finally hit the ground hard.
After resting on the ground for a while, he raised his head and looked around.
"What is this place?"
Before him stood a massive Jade Gate, currently wide open.
In Shu Mountain, only the current sect leader could open this Jade Gate.
Because only successive sect leaders knew the incantation to control the Shushan Sword Formation.
Of course, that excluded the already dead Old Sect Leader.
Back then, Li Xuanxiao, who had traveled across the Nine Provinces and Eight Wastelands with the Old Sect Leader, had also been taught this incantation.
Yet aside from the Old Sect Leader, no one else knew of this matter.
Fanyue walked inside curiously.
At the center of a vast, empty expanse, an incomparably enormous sword lay embedded horizontally in the ground like a towering mountain peak.
The blade gleamed with icy light, as though it could cleave the void apart.
Around this giant sword, countless treasures swords of every sort densely filled the area.
Some were long, some short; some broad, some narrow. Some hilts were set with dazzling jewels, while some blades were carved with mysterious, intricate runes...
This place looked like a sword pool built specifically to store swords. Every sword emitted its own unique aura and power.
Ever since Shu Mountain had been founded, famous swords gathered from across the world, as well as the swords of Shu Mountain disciples who had died and vanished, had all been collected here.
After the accumulation and settling of countless years, this sword pool had become a breathtaking spectacle.
Sword Qi crisscrossed this place, its momentum magnificent, like a boundless Milky Way stretching across the heavens.
Fanyue suddenly seemed to remember something.
He clutched his head and collapsed to the ground in agony.
A blurry figure appeared before his eyes, and that figure took a single step forward.
It was as though it had crossed the River of Time, shaking off streams of golden light from its body.
"Why? Why did you tear us apart?!"
"I had already decided that I would retire into the deep forest for the rest of this life and live a life of men farming and women weaving with her!"
That was right. He had clearly decided to leave the demonic sect.
To lay down the butcher's blade was to become a Buddha on the spot; to turn back was to find the shore.
Those righteous cultivators had already agreed to let bygones be bygones, yet the stubborn Sword Cultivator before him had chased him down and hacked at him for three days and three nights.
"Fanyue, your sins run deep. Back then, to refine a magic treasure, you slaughtered six thousand li in blood and sacrificed hundreds of thousands of common folk.
Have you ever thought about them? They were someone's fathers, mothers, wives, sons...
And now you still dare to spout such shameless nonsense? Die at once!!"
The golden sword light severed everything.
"..."
Looking at that Shu Mountain sword, Fanyue gradually remembered everything.
"Mushan... no! Chaoxue, Lin Wanqing... through three lives and three worlds, I have come to find you. It was all you. They were all you..."
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Clutching his head, he wanted to leave this place.
Facing the Shu Mountain sword that had once killed him, he felt fear rise from the depths of his heart.
The Jade Gate slammed tightly shut.
The formation that had originally confined the sword pool showed signs of loosening.
"No! No!"
Behind Silver Sword Peak.
Li Xuanxiao's lips began moving rapidly. With every movement of his lips, obscure words streamed continuously from his mouth one after another.
Those words drifted slowly through the air like fireflies flickering with faint light.
Although he was currently atop Silver Sword Peak, that did not affect his activation of Shu Mountain's deepest sword formation in the slightest.
"Old man, help me one last time!"
Li Xuanxiao took out a talisman.
Judging by the spiritual power contained within it, this was absolutely not something a cultivator of Li Xuanxiao's level could possess.
"Roam the world and sweep away evil, one sword to behead a host of demons!!!"
"..."
The Shushan Sword Formation activated.
Fanyue wanted to escape and blast open the Jade Gate, but his strength was clearly not enough now.
What is going on?
Who is plotting against me?!
That old bastard should have died long ago.
Good news: he had recovered his memories.
Bad news: he had somehow appeared inside Shu Mountain's sword formation.
Within the sword pool, calm as a mirror, sharp swords gleaming with cold light suddenly began to tremble as though awakened.
They seemed able to sense Fanyue's presence. Like sharks that had smelled blood, they instantly became exceptionally restless.
In an instant, those swords surged toward Fanyue like wild horses that had broken free of their reins.
For a moment, sword light flashed and Sword Qi crisscrossed. The entire space seemed to be torn apart by that fierce momentum.
Facing such a savage attack, Fanyue's expression changed drastically. With a fierce sweep of his right hand, dense black energy abruptly rose from his palm.
The black energy was like a ferocious Black Dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it lunged at the flying swords charging in first.
With a thunderous bang, several flying swords that had reached Fanyue first were sent flying by the powerful black energy like kites with snapped strings.
Yet more, stronger flying swords followed close behind.
One after another, each more powerful than the last.
Fanyue struggled bitterly.
"Mushan!!"
"Chaoxue!!"
"In this life, your name is Lin Wanqing. I cannot die here! I still have not introduced myself to you.
That's right, you still do not know me. You have already forgotten me.
How can I die here? You cannot sever the bond between us, not even with the sharpest sword in the world."
As he muttered to himself, Fanyue's power surged. Demonic energy flared, forcing back the rain of swords.
Li Xuanxiao frowned deeply.
How did shouting about some bond and love make his power surge?
Are you the protagonist of some hot-blooded anime?
Without hesitation, Li Xuanxiao slapped the talisman onto his forehead, paired it with his unique dance steps, and shouted.
"The sun sets behind the western hills, and darkness blankets the sky. Every household closes its doors. Travelers hurry to the inn; birds flee to the forest, tigers return to the mountains.
Birds find a place to settle in the forest, tigers return to the mountains in peace.
Seven-star glazed tiles above my head, eight-sided purple-gold bricks beneath my feet. Feet upon the earth, head against the sky, I stride forward in circling steps..."
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