The night was deep and quiet.
Nearly a hundred Corpse Beads floated around the Blood-red Demonic Saber, turning into streams of energy that flowed into it.
Lin Shuguang stood to one side, watching quietly.
Ever since he had been brought into that mysterious dream late at night last time, he had known that this Blood-red Demonic Saber would not hurt him. He could not explain where that confidence came from, but he had convinced himself nonetheless.
Now, as he watched, the Blood-red Demonic Saber no longer shied away as before, and hundreds of Corpse Beads were absorbed completely.
As they were nearly exhausted, a wisp of energy separated from it and flowed into Lin Shuguang's body.
He readily sensed that his Blood Energy Value had surged by twenty thousand calories.
"You know how to show gratitude after all. I haven't doted on you for nothing."
Lin Shuguang grinned.
The Blood-red Demonic Saber hovered before him, then suddenly blazed with red light, illuminating the entire room.
When Lin Shuguang opened his eyes again, he was somewhere else.
Weeds grew thick around the mountaintop. A familiar figure crouched with his back to him before a desolate grave, brushing aside the weeds and gently wiping the unmarked gravestone with his hand.
At the foot of the mountain, a dark mass, like an army on the march, surrounded the peak completely.
Its overwhelming presence brimmed with murderous intent.
The Swordsman seemed unaware, continuing to wipe the unmarked gravestone as he murmured softly, "You said you wanted an age of peace and prosperity, so I put away my blade. Yet the chaos remained... Tell me, were we both wrong...? How would they know how much I hate being an immortal...?"
"Alone in this world, I became an immortal. In the first half of my