In this land where all things came to an end, anything capable of existing independently, even faintly opposing and absorbing the black fog, was undoubtedly of immense significance.
Feng Qingyao took a deep breath.
At the same time, she mobilized every last scrap of strength she had left.
Slowly, she reached out toward the sword.
She tried to touch it, sense it, and take control of it.
However, a sudden change occurred in an instant.
The moment Feng Qingyao's aura—or rather, her intent to approach—entered a certain range around that ancient sword.
Buzz!
An indescribable hum, as though the laws themselves had been provoked, abruptly swept through the entire memory space.
The ancient sword, which had been quietly absorbing the black fog, suddenly came alive!
No, more accurately, the immensely dense black fog surrounding the sword, which had seemed to exist in a subtle balance with it, went berserk as though a savage beast had had its most sensitive weak point touched.
Roar—!!!
A roar filled with chaos, brutality, and endless malice exploded within Shen Yi's senses.
The black fog that had been slowly seeping into the sword's body suddenly surged backward and boiled.
No longer calm or slow, it transformed into a raging, tangible torrent of darkness. Like billions of wildly writhing black tentacles, or waves of destruction condensed to their limit, it swept mercilessly toward Feng Qingyao, who was trying to approach, carrying a terrifying will to tear apart, assimilate, and annihilate everything it touched.
The attack came without warning, swift beyond measure.
The dense black fog seemed to become a fusion of the hardest solid and the thickest liquid. Wherever it passed, even the exceedingly faint remnants of concepts within that space were violently churned, torn apart, and shattered into the most basic particles of chaos.
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