Su Yi felt as though he had had a dream.
In the dream, he had become thirteen-year-old Xiao Jian and experienced a cruel, suffocating, bloody upheaval in the impoverished and barren place known as Yunmeng Village.
Xiao Jian's pent-up grievance, fury, regret, shame, self-reproach, and grief...
They erupted like a volcano, scorching and violent, stirring up stormy waves within Su Yi's heart as well.
Could it be that, when he entered Yunmeng Marsh, the disturbance of the Nine Hells Sword had caused him to fuse with Xiao Jian's Dao attainment power without realizing it?
But why had he only experienced such a dreamlike fragment of memory?
And where was he now?
The moment that thought arose, a rustle of conversation sounded, as though many people were whispering among themselves.
Soon, those strange sounds vanished again.
Everything fell silent.
Su Yi tried hard to open his eyes, only to find that he simply could not.
It was as though he had lost all his cultivation and strength. His body was trapped in a sealed, unconscious state, with only a wisp of awareness remaining awake.
How could this be?
Su Yi racked his mind, recalling what had happened when he entered Yunmeng Marsh.
He vaguely remembered that when he stepped into Yunmeng Marsh, many unforeseeable changes had occurred.
First, the Chaos Power blanketing Yunmeng Marsh had mutated, reflecting countless stars suffused with a dim purple radiance. Heaven, earth, time, and space fell into disorder, while truth and falsehood, illusion and reality twisted and reversed...
At the same time, the Nine Hells Sword in his sea of consciousness had undergone a violent disturbance. The chains representing Xiao Jian's Dao attainment power struggled fiercely, seeking to break free...
After that, he had been enveloped by a strange and mystical forbidden power and completely lost