What did it mean that I had grown old? I touched my face, only to find that aside from a few traces of passing years, it was not covered in wrinkles. As shock suddenly seized my heart, I abruptly thought of something: someone looked almost exactly like me, and should have been what I looked like in old age!
"Drive ten thousand swords from Purple Pass; fight your way to Mount Dan, never to return!" Wan Jianlai's high-pitched sword chant suddenly rang out. I looked toward him and saw him holding an imaginary sword in his hand, the sword song already ringing loud and clear!
In the silent darkness, sand and stones suddenly rose into the air. A gale swept across the ground, surging like boiling Sword Qi! Guan Miaole abruptly seized me, then flew rapidly in another direction, while Qu Chifeng did not hesitate in the slightest. With a grand sweep of his hand, a huge black, translucent sword appeared in his grip, and he brought it crashing down onto the spot where I had been standing. In the next instant, a deep ravine appeared before my eyes!
The entire empty stretch of land held nothing but gray, hazy dust and sinister ghostly aura!
"Among mountains and rivers, who in Cangzhou could gaze alone? In the immortal kingdom, who now shares the scenery..." A sinister voice drifted from the darkness. That weathered feeling, that hoarse voice like an old relic abandoned by the world, burrowed straight into my ears!
"Fan Tiansheng!" My heart pounded like a drum. The terrifying shadow of the Six Paths Divine Swords, one sword having annihilated three of my household's ghosts, still lingered in my mind!
"Everyone! Get! Out of the way!" Even as Wan Jianlai sang his sword chant, furious shouts from someone behind