Memory of the Broken Sword

Divine Desolation Stage, under the care of several medical staff, Yang Gan slowly regained consciousness. He coughed violently and weakly said, "I'm sorry..."

The arrogant Yang Gan felt ashamed at this moment. The difference in their battle was simply too great. He had fallen into the fat man's Illusion Technique without any warning and lost miserably.

Standing beside Yang Gan was a young man— Demon Blade.

The Demon Blade remained silent, his gaze deep as he looked at the fat man in yellow robes enjoying the cheers on the Divine Desolation Stage.

This fat man in yellow is older and has a higher level of cultivation than him, making him a very troublesome opponent!

In terms of swordsmanship, the Demon Blade is full of confidence, but Demon Blade has never undergone such training in the world of Illusion Technique.

This fat man in yellow was the first Illusion Technique the Demon Blade encountered.

Illusion Technique duels are completely different from real combat; without experience, you're bound to suffer.

Right now, Demon Blade feels like someone who has just mastered swordsmanship but hasn't yet experienced real combat, trying to duel with a master.

You have to figure everything out yourself.

"Demon Blade, just do your best."

Next to Demon Blade's instructor patted Demon Blade on the shoulder.

Demon Blade nodded. Before the match started, he had never expected to face such an opponent. He had originally anticipated a fierce and intense battle, but things didn't go as planned.

Demon Blade walked up to the Divine Desolation Stage, sword in hand. The fat man in yellow opposite him revealed a playful smile, "Another one. Interesting."

"Enough talk, let's fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Demon Blade's entire body circulated his vital energy, and at the same time, he focused all his attention on withstanding the fat man's Illusion Technique attacks.

The fat man smiled. He slowly took out a gourd from his Space Ring.

This gourd is small and exquisite, only a little over a foot tall, and its entire body is dark gold.

"Um?"

Demon Blade focused his mind and gripped the hilt tightly with his right hand. When fighting Yang Gan, this fat man hadn't taken out his gourd.

Or perhaps, the scene of the fat man taking out the gourd was itself an illusion?

At that moment, the Demon Blade didn't even dare to attack the fat man rashly. He was afraid that if he moved, he would fall into an illusion and engage in a pointless battle with the fat man in the illusion, in which case he would be doomed to lose!

But he couldn't just watch; that would be letting the fat man unleash his secret technique. Demon Blade had a premonition that what was inside the gourd was extremely dangerous, and if the fat man used it, he would be in grave danger.

Thinking of this, Demon Blade suddenly bit his tongue hard, drawing blood to use the pain to wake himself up.

"How can I be so timid? The battle hasn't even started, and I've already lost my fighting spirit, afraid to attack the enemy because of illusions. How can this be!"

The thought flashed through Demon Blade's mind. He suddenly understood. A swordsman must first and foremost be fearless. He focused his mind, unleashed his sword energy, and severing all illusions!

"Prepare to die!"

The Demon Blade shot out, wielding a narrow blade, and slashed at the fat man.

At that moment, the fat man pulled out the stopper of the gourd, and a wisp of smoke flew out of the gourd. The smoke was seven-colored, like a thin veil.

"Using Seven Illusory Wolf Smoke against you? I'm being generous of you. Losing to Seven Illusory Wolf Smoke is something to be proud of!"

The Seven Illusory Wolf Smoke instantly thickened, obscuring everyone's vision. It formed a barrier on the arena, making everything within it impossible to see.

In the audience, everyone stared wide-eyed, afraid of missing a single scene.

But they still couldn't see anything.

The warriors of Tai'a Divine City, in particular, were all on edge, worried about the Demon Blade and unsure of the outcome of this battle.

Demon Blade is now the only remaining Younger Generation Group in Tai'a Divine City. If Demon Blade loses, then the Younger Generation Group of Tai'a Divine City will suffer a crushing defeat!

Inside the Sword Tomb, Yi Yun sat cross-legged, with a rusty broken sword lying flat on his knees. This broken sword was the one Yi Yun had obtained in the Pure Yang Sword Palace.

Yi Yun has been practicing swordsmanship for almost a year, and the huge sword mark left in the Yi Yun Pure Yang Sword Palace has been analyzed in his mind countless times.

However, even now, when Yi Yun recalls that sword mark, he still feels a sense of unease.

It seems that whenever he thinks of that sword mark, something covers it up, making it impossible to recognize.

Today, Yi Yun remained seated cross-legged, and unknowingly, he once again entered a state of Divine Self-Forgetfulness, his mind seemingly shrouded in mist.

Yi Yun strained to see, and as the fog slowly dissipated, he saw some blurry figures.

Hmm? This is...

Yi Yun's heart stirred; such an image had never appeared before.

Among those blurry shadows was a man, wielding Longsword and swinging it wildly. Every slash of the Sword Light shattered stars and split the earth, tearing through the sky.

The scene was chaotic and fragmented, sometimes blurry and sometimes clear. Yi Yun couldn't see the swordsman's opponent clearly, but he could sense that it was a chaotic battle that seemed to be raging and causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

Just then, a giant appeared in the sky.

This giant's entire body was cast in bronze, as massive as a vast mountain, radiating a suffocating aura. It seemed as if he were a god from the heavens, ruling over the world and looking down upon all living beings.

He wielded a massive bronze halberd, and with a single slash, he shattered the world!

A shocking crack spread across the land, reaching the sea and the sky!

The ocean was torn apart, and countless huge whirlpools of seawater were drawn into the cracks and disappeared, until the sea dried up completely. The sky was also torn apart, and then, a whole world was forcibly cleaved in two by this giant!

One halberd, and a world is cleaved in two!

Yi Yun was utterly shocked. What kind of being was this giant?

Before he could think further, he saw the light and shadow distort, and through the blur, he saw the man holding the Longsword transform into a streak of light and fly towards the Bronze Giant.

At that moment, the man and the Longsword seemed to have become one.

With a flash of Sword Light, the man slashed his sword into the Bronze Giant's neck, as if he wanted to sever the Bronze Giant's head!

Yi Yun's pupils contracted; this sword strike was terrifying!

The giant's power, capable of cleaving a world in two with a single halberd strike, was almost decapitated by the man's sword!

However, Yi Yun seemed to hear a loud "clang" as the man's Longsword broke in two due to the enormous impact!

The remaining half of the broken sword in the man's hand, stained with the blood of the Bronze Giant, was slowly corroded, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

The divine sword, which had been radiating spiritual light, now had its light rapidly vanish, and the Longsword seemed to have a life of its own, emitting a painful groan.

The nearly decapitated Bronze Giant also let out a painful roar, and he swung his halberd at the man with the sword!

The halberd's edge filled Yi Yun's vision. He vaguely saw that the man wielding the sword was struck by the halberd, his body flying straight out and out of this world.

And this world, because of the Bronze Giant's second blow, shattered further.

An entire corner of the world cracked open, slowly detaching itself from the main body of the world and drifting into the vast universe...

Next, this corner of the world underwent a long and aimless wandering in the universe...

And that broken sword remained in this world.

It had completely lost its spirit, as its surface began to rust due to being corroded by the blood of the Bronze Giant.

Rust accumulated, and soon the broken sword became covered in rust, resembling scrap metal...

Throughout it all, Yi Yun remained a spectator, quietly witnessing everything.

Watch the River of Time flow by, witness the transformation of the world...

Within this illusion, Yi Yun lost track of how many years had passed, seemingly experiencing several lifetimes of life devoid of joy or sorrow, numb and indifferent, before, for reasons unknown, he suddenly awoke at some point.

When Yi Yun woke up, he was covered in a cold sweat. The desolate life he had just experienced was still fresh in his mind. He felt as if he had become a cold stone in that world, having nothing left but to witness it.

Yi Yun looked at the corner of the wall. The oil lamp in the secret room was still burning quietly. Judging from the amount of oil consumed, he had only experienced a little over half an hour.

But in his dream, Yi Yun felt as if he had lived through thousands of years.

Yi Yun lowered his head thoughtfully and looked at his knees. The broken sword lay perfectly still on his knees.

The sword was covered in mottled rust, and Yi Yun could vaguely see some brown dots on the broken sword. Around these dots, the rust was obviously more abundant.

Could these dots be remnants left by the dried blood of that Bronze Giant?

Is that scene in the illusion the origin of the broken sword...?

The piece of the world severed by the Bronze Giant's halberd must have wandered through space for a long time before falling into this world. Was it the so-called meteorite that fell into the Gate of Fallen Stars?

Ordinary martial artists believe that what fell into the Gate of Fallen Stars was a meteorite, while those hidden families believe it to be the abode of gods.

However, neither of them is quite accurate.

It was severed by the Bronze Giant, a corner of the world.

As Yi Yun's mind cleared, he realized that the illusion he had just witnessed was actually the memory of the broken sword.

Does a sword also have memories?

Yi Yun picked up the broken sword from his knee and examined it repeatedly in his hand.

No matter how you look at it, this sword looks like scrap metal. It's hard to believe that before it lost its spiritual power, it was the sword of an unparalleled expert, capable of slaying gods.

Could that sword-wielding man be the master of the Pure Yang Sword Palace...?

A multitude of thoughts flashed through Yi Yun's mind. He couldn't fathom what martial arts realm the Sword Palace Master and that Bronze Giant possessed.

Did the Sword Palace Master die after taking a blow from the Bronze Giant?

Such a terrifying blow could shatter the world, and with tens of millions of years having passed, he's probably in grave danger.

If he were still alive, how could he have left the Pure Yang Sword Palace in such a state of disarray?

What a pity for such an unparalleled expert! (To be continued~^~)