Bronze Chronicle

The projection of the Green Ping Heavenly Dao Sword streaked across the seventh thousand layers of dimensions like a meteor, moving at astonishing speed. Wherever this sword light passed, it was as if time itself was torn apart, and space twisted and distorted.

And when the sword light swept over those star remnants, a miracle occurred—the star remnants, which had been dim and lifeless, were drawn together by some mysterious force, rapidly coalescing to form a colossal bronze inscription.

This bronze inscription was covered in ancient and mysterious Intercepting Sect cloud seals. The lines of these cloud seals were fluid, like swirling mist, giving off an otherworldly aura.

In a corner of the interstellar black market, the one-armed sword cultivator Yan Zhao stumbled upon half of a broken stele. Although the Intercepting Sect cloud seals on this half-stele were incomplete, Yan Zhao, with his profound understanding and keen insight into the Way of the Sword, recognized the extraordinary nature of these seals at a glance.

Night fell, and moonlight spilled like water onto the broken stele. Just then, something unexpected happened—the previously blurred cloud seals of the Intercepting Sect, illuminated by the moonlight, gradually revealed a string of binary code!

"This... is the Quantum Hetu Luoshu?" Yan Zhao's eyes widened, and he stared at the broken stele before him in utter astonishment. When he activated the inscription with his own vital blood, something unexpected occurred—the stele seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, suddenly collapsing until it transformed into a nanometer-sized bronze cauldron!

Yan Zhao was so surprised he couldn't close his mouth. He had never imagined that this broken stele would undergo such a miraculous transformation. What shocked him even more was that a holographic projection floated out from within the bronze cauldron, and the person in the projection was none other than Lin Xiao!

"Fellow Daoist, please help me reassemble the 129,600 sword spirits," Lin Xiao's phantom image appeared before Yan Zhao, his voice carrying a hint of pleading. Yan Zhao gazed at Lin Xiao's phantom, his heart filled with confusion and shock.

Lin Xiao continued, "Back then, I implanted fragments of my consciousness into the core of the Bronze Observer, hoping they would be useful at a critical moment. Now, I need your help to gather those scattered fragments of the Green Ping Sword."

As he spoke, Lin Xiao's phantom image conjured a dimensional coordinate in his palm, each light spot representing a fragment of the Green Ping Sword scattered during the War of the End. Yan Zhao looked at the light spots, a complex emotion surging within him.

"The Observer's Final Protocol... did not truly end," Lin Xiao's voice echoed in Yan Zhao's ears, making him realize the importance and urgency of this task.

Before Yan Zhao could even finish speaking, a Data Tribulation descended upon the black market's dome without any warning. This tribulation poured down like a waterfall, carrying world-ending might, as if intending to devour the entire black market.

Amidst this terrifying Data Tribulation, the residual consciousness of the Mechanical Buddha underwent a stunning transformation. It instantly morphed into an Eight-armed Rakshasa, each arm forged from steel, emitting a chilling gleam that inspired dread. Even more shocking was that in the palm of each of its eight arms, it held a miniaturized, formatted universe!

"Detected Entropy Reversal Factor, executing deep purge!" the Eight-armed Rakshasa emitted a cold electronic voice, as if it had become a merciless killing machine.

Faced with this sudden turn of events, Yan Zhao's flying sword, "Jing Hong," seemed to sense a tremendous threat and automatically shot out from its sheath. However, unexpectedly, Lin Xiao's Quantum Sword Intent flowed along the body of this flying sword!

Seeing this, Yan Zhao felt a sense of foreboding. Without time to think, he immediately controlled "Jing Hong" and sped towards the Eight-armed Rakshasa.

In an instant, sword light and the Rakshasa's form intertwined, emitting a world-shattering roar. As Yan Zhao's sword tip pierced the Rakshasa's brow, he suddenly saw a terrifying truth.

Deep within the Rakshasa's consciousness, Yan Zhao saw the saved universes. However, these universes were not at peace as he had imagined; instead, they were repeating the horrific scenes of the Investiture of the Gods Calamity! Beneath the Biyou Palace of each world lay a dormant Observer Colossus, slumbering like a great beast, waiting to be awakened... Yan Zhao's heart tightened as he realized the Investiture of the Gods Calamity might not be over at all. Once these Observer Colossi were activated, the consequences would be unimaginable. At this moment, although the Eight-armed Rakshasa was pierced through the brow by "Jing Hong," it did not completely dissipate. Its body began to flicker with an eerie light, as if it were reassembling. And the Data Tribulation had not ceased, continuously battering the black market. Yan Zhao, while resisting the aftershocks of the Data Tribulation, pondered a solution. Suddenly, Lin Xiao's phantom image reappeared, saying urgently, "We must find the Green Ping Sword fragments; use the sword's power to seal these Observer Colossi." Yan Zhao gritted his teeth and, controlling "Jing Hong" with the dimensional coordinates provided by Lin Xiao, sped towards the nearest light spot. Simultaneously, the Eight-armed Rakshasa completed its reconstruction and pursued Yan Zhao with even greater momentum. Yan Zhao knew time was of the essence. Under the dual threats of the Data Tribulation and the Eight-armed Rakshasa, whether he could successfully find the Green Ping Sword fragments and prevent the Investiture of the Gods Calamity from descending again remained an unknown. As Yan Zhao flew, the "Jing Hong" sword shone brightly, empowered by Lin Xiao's Quantum Sword Intent, cleaving a path through the Data Tribulation's obstacles. However, the Eight-armed Rakshasa was incredibly fast and was closing in. Just then, Yan Zhao arrived at the location of the first light spot. It was a region of distorted spatial turbulence, with the Green Ping Sword fragment at the center of the maelstrom. Yan Zhao controlled "Jing Hong" and charged into the turbulence, attempting to seize the fragment. But the moment he touched the fragment, the spatial turbulence intensified, forming a massive vortex that engulfed him and "Jing Hong." The Eight-armed Rakshasa also pursued them, its eight arms wielding formatted universes and launching frenzied attacks at Yan Zhao. Yan Zhao struggled to dodge within the vortex, simultaneously striving to secure the Green Ping Sword fragment. Suddenly, he felt a powerful surge of energy emanating from the fragment, seemingly resonating with something within him. Yan Zhao's heart stirred. He merged his sword intent with the power from the fragment, and in an instant, an even more potent sword light erupted from his hand, not only breaking through the vortex but also repelling the Eight-armed Rakshasa several yards. Yan Zhao seized this opportunity, taking the Green Ping Sword fragment and speeding towards the next light spot. As soon as Yan Zhao escaped the Eight-armed Rakshasa, the space ahead suddenly tore open, and a swarm of mysterious mechanical creatures poured out. These mechanical creatures exuded a cold metallic sheen, their eyes flashing with a ghostly green light, emitting sharp screeches as they lunged at Yan Zhao. Yan Zhao had no time to think and controlled "Jing Hong," now infused with the power of the Green Ping Sword fragment, to meet the onslaught. Sword light flashed, and mechanical creatures were cut down, but more poured out from the rift. Meanwhile, the Eight-armed Rakshasa caught up again, its attacks fiercer than ever. The energy unleashed by the formatted universes buffeted Yan Zhao, making him sway. Just as Yan Zhao began to falter, Lin Xiao's phantom image condensed a surge of power and injected it into "Jing Hong." Yan Zhao felt his strength surge. With a mighty roar, he unleashed his full power, and the "Jing Hong" sword transformed into a colossal blade of light, repelling both the mechanical creatures and the Eight-armed Rakshasa. Yan Zhao dared not delay, and with the Green Ping Sword fragment, he continued to rush towards the next dimensional coordinate light spot. He knew the crisis of the Investiture of the Gods Calamity was imminent, and he had to collect all the Green Ping Sword fragments with all haste.