Invasion of the Myriad Races

In the Endless Abyss, only Shen Qian sat there in desolate silence, his expression still as he stroked the longsword in his hand.

The sword was four inches long, its shell forged from ten-thousand-year cold ice. Two small characters were engraved on the hilt: "Yue Sun."

This SSS-Class spiritual energy longsword of Tantai Qin's had actually been named after that girl from the Great Yue Clan.

Shen Qian did not know the reason. Perhaps it was simply because that girl's feelings had once planted a seed in Tantai Qin's heart, one that had only blossomed and borne fruit tens of millions of years later.

For a swordsman, as long as the sword remained, the person remained. If the sword was destroyed, the person died.

If the sword remained while its owner had died, there could only be one explanation...

She had found something more precious than her sword.

Shen Qian had always felt that his life should be a comedy, that everyone would still be by his side in the end. Yet this ideal seemed to have collapsed completely overnight.

On this day, he lost the two most important people in his life at once.

Yet Shen Qian realized that he was not all that sad. He had no urge to cry, but he seemed to have lost interest in everything as well. Even facing King Yanling, who had become the embodiment of laws, had not made him feel this exhausted.

"Master, was this my fault?"

Shen Qian murmured, "I should have thought of it. With her personality, how could she possibly leave just like that? When she said nothing, she had already made up her mind."

The figure of the Azure Lotus Buddha Lord appeared beside Shen Qian at some point. He uttered a Buddhist invocation and slowly said,