When his Original Self had completely lost its way, Chu Mu felt as though he had fallen into a dream, living through a long and vividly clear journey of life.
Profound grief, indignation, unwillingness, even resentment swirled in his heart, etched into his bones and engraved upon his soul!
When he woke, tear stains still remained. Chu Mu stood blankly in the void, seemingly still unable to let go.
A strand of Spirit Radiance Blessing had descended, yet at this moment, those memories that had been so deeply carved into his heart and once so clear suddenly blurred. He could not recall even the slightest fragment.
Before he could recover, a sharp Sword Intent silently emerged at his side. Its blade was fierce, stabbing straight for his throat, its killing intent icy cold.
Chu Mu's expression shifted slightly. As his previously wandering attention snapped into focus, a streak of rule Fleeting Light rippled out, forming a tiny barrier before the incoming icy blade.
The blade was like one entering a muddy swamp. After penetrating barely an inch, it could advance no farther.
Only then did Chu Mu clearly see his attacker.
To his surprise, it was not any living being in the true sense.
It was merely a broken sword.
Its blade was only two feet long, chipped and incomplete, its break smooth, as though it had been severed directly by some sharp weapon.
At this moment, the blade had pierced into the barrier, but after entering barely an inch, it was restrained.
Yet even while restrained, the broken sword remained fierce. Threads of icy coldness still continuously sliced at the power of rules binding it.
However, before the absolute disparity in quality, no matter how sharp or cold it was, its fate had already been decided.
Chu Mu raised