The Unclean Gan Jing

Da Zhe had heard that voice.

The voice of the young man who had been willing to give him hot tea, provide him with a place to stay, and believe in him.

Da Zhe did not hesitate. He grabbed the key... and in his palm, a searing current of heat suddenly surged out!

A boundless light erupted from his fist, instantly piercing the darkness around him. The key was no longer an ordinary key. It stretched and transformed, taking the shape of a sword.

"You really are suited to the Zhan Lu Sword. It likes you very much too... It started liking you and wanting to help you when you were willing to take Sister Lin's child's place."

"Luo... Luo Qiu?" Da Zhe gripped the Zhan Lu Sword tightly.

"However, you can't withstand the Zhan Lu Sword's power. If you use it, you'll die—a true death. Even your soul may dissipate, and no trace of your existence will remain... Are you still willing?"

"It doesn't matter anymore," Da Zhe said calmly.

He suddenly drew a deep breath, raised the ancient sword that had granted him boundless strength, and charged forward. With one horizontal sweep, the arms dragging Sister Lin's son's soul, Da Tou, and Grandpa Jin were severed instantly!

—I wish I could have taken your place that day.

—If I could be given one more chance... one chance to start over...

—If not, then this time, no matter what...

—At the very least, let me save you.

Countless shrill cries rang out. The pitch-black water churned frantically, yet a dazzling streak of light burst through its surface and shot into the sky with earth-shaking force!

All the darkness shattered in that instant... along with their heartrending cries.

It was as though nothing had happened.

Yet countless people lay