The Nape of His Neck Felt Slightly Chilly

"Little brother, where are your parents?"

In a dilapidated little village, a long-haired woman stopped in front of a little boy dressed in tattered hemp clothing.

The little boy shrank back, watching her warily.

"Gurgle~~~~"

A hungry dragon roared from the little boy's stomach.

The woman smiled gently and conjured a steamed bun from her bosom, extending it towards the little boy.

The little boy swallowed hard, looking at the pretty older sister and the white steamed bun in her hand.

Finally unable to resist, the little boy "snatched" the steamed bun from the woman's hand and began to eat it in large mouthfuls, without any fear of choking.

After taking the water bottle from the pretty older girl and finishing his meal, the little boy clenched his fists tightly and answered her question with a resentful voice, "They're dead..."

The woman looked at the little boy in front of her with slightly trembling eyes, then gently stroked his head with her slender, delicate fingers. "So, would you like to come with me?"

The little boy looked up, his big eyes gazing at the stunningly beautiful woman. Their eyes met, their features reflected in each other's pupils.

"Cuo Zhi! You, the Sword God, have dared to teach swordsmanship to humans without authorization!"

From the heavens came ancient Divine Voice, and above the woman holding the long sword were endless lightning tribulations and divine wrath.

Behind the clouds of Heavenly Tribulation were the golden bodies of deities of various shapes and colors.

"Ridiculous." The woman stood proudly to the heavens. "I am the Sword God. Whom do I need to teach swordsmanship? Do I need you to teach me?"

"Cuo Zhi! You've broken the rules!"

"Rules? Who sets the rules?"

"Our divine race is the rule!"

"Hahaha! You're afraid! Afraid that you, so high and mighty, will one day be dragged down from the heavens by those weak 'myriad races' you speak of!"

"Cuo Zhi!"

Finally, the gods could no longer endure it, and the blazing fire waves and ancient Thunder Dragon swept towards the woman.

Just as the woman named Cuo Zhi was about to draw her sword, a white sword wave swept across the sky, actually cutting through the thundercloud curtain.

The next moment, he stood in front of her, simply smiling, "Master, shall we go together?"

In the God Race's Final Years, under the leadership of the white-robed sword immortal, all races launched a counterattack.

In this final battle that lasted for a full ten years, the population of all races had been reduced to half. Similarly, more than half of the gods in the heavens had perished and been torn off the sky.

And just as this final battle reached its climax, when neither side could back down, and neither side was capable of stopping, he finally stood before her.

"Master..."

"Just call me Cuo Zhi."

"Division..."

"You've grown up." Before the man could call out again, the woman smiled, her eyes crinkling. "And you've become more powerful, even more powerful than your master."

Gripping his longsword tightly, the man in white tried to say something, but found himself unable to utter a word.

"Draw your sword! I am a god, you are a human, and gods and humans are irreconcilable enemies..."

No! Master, you're different!

The woman turned her head and smiled, "How is it different? If you don't kill me now, then I'll have no choice but to kill you."

The man in white shook his head. "No matter what, I will not draw my sword against you, Master!"

"Fool..."

The woman with silver eyes shook her head, and in the next instant, she drew her sword and thrust it forward!

"Don't want!"

A shout came from inside the cave.

The Woman in Black Dress, who was meditating, suddenly opened her eyes. She was breathing heavily, her heart was pounding, her chest was heaving violently, and her inner lining was soaked with sweat. Strands of hair clung to her fair forehead.

"Why is it this dream again..."

Having come to terms with reality, Jiang Yuni took a deep breath and slowly calmed himself down.

Ever since she left that Ice Nether Abyss, she has been having the same dream.

She didn't know who the little boy or the woman in her dream was, but they felt extremely familiar, as if she had experienced it herself.

Perhaps it's because the little boy grew up to look somewhat like Little Lin...

But why does that man resemble Little Lin?

"Cuo Zhi..."

The Jiang Yuni slowly murmured this name.

In the Abyss of Ice and Darkness, did that strange and perverse Black Shadow really call out his name?

"Could it be that Black Shadow behind this? Ugh, what a hassle!"

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yuni sat in meditation, but found no abnormalities in his body.

"No problem? Could it be that I've been traveling non-stop lately and I'm too tired? Hmm! That must be it!"

Jiang Yuni took out Little Lin's underwear, which she had treasured for many years, from her Storage Bag and hugged it tightly to her chest. Only then did she feel much calmer.

"Little Lin! Wait for me! Master will be here soon!"

After breaking free of the barrier and stepping out of the cave, Jiang Yuni gazed into the distance. The Sword Sect was not far away!

In the Demon Race World, as news of the Exquisite Sword Pavilion's appearance in the Rakshasa Pavilion spread, more and more cultivators came to the Rakshasa Pavilion seeking Opportunity at the Sword Pavilion.

Rakshasa Pavilion, of course, charges an entrance fee.

Amidst the throng of cultivators heading towards the Rakshasa Pavilion, a handsome "young master" leading a little girl grew increasingly Killing Intent as he approached the Rakshasa Pavilion!

Killing Jiang Lin like this would be far too lenient on him!

At this moment, Tian Fang was already planning to torture him in various ways, making him wish he were dead!

As he thought about it, Tian Fang's lips curled up involuntarily, as if he could already see Jiang Lin kneeling at his feet, begging for mercy and licking his feet incessantly, looking pitiful, helpless, and weak!

Beside her, Shiori saw her brother Tian Fang laugh for some reason, which made Shiori very happy. At least when her brother Tian Fang was so happy, he would forget to let her drink.

On the other side, in the opposite direction from Tian Fang, Bai Qianluo, who was heading towards the same destination, would stop and spin around every few steps.

Especially as she got closer to the Rakshasa Pavilion, Bai Qianluo found herself finding it increasingly difficult to move forward.

Xiangrong is right... she was indeed scared.

In Bai Qianluo's mind, all sorts of strange conjectures began to surface.

Bai Qianluo was afraid, not so much that he had forgotten her.

What I fear is, what if he's already married? What if he already has someone he loves?

What if he really has someone he likes?

The more Bai Qianluo thought about it, the less luster appeared in her eyes.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Bai Qianluo heavily on the tree beside her, a tree thicker than three large men holding hands! The ancient tree snapped in two, startling passersby who dared not look at the beautiful woman any longer and quickly ran away...

Meanwhile, Jiang Lin was tinkering with that small longsword in the backyard.

He just doesn't know why, but lately he's been feeling a slight chill on his neck...