No mistake, this was... the backlash from the parchment, beginning!
The Rain-grade power contained in the parchment had never been something he could use whenever he wanted.
Using this power came at a cost.
Fang Yue had always known that. But when facing a Rain-grade expert, he had no room to fight back with his own strength. He could only borrow the parchment's power.
Fortunately, the side effects Fang Yue had suffered the previous few times he used the parchment had been relatively mild.
Only part of his heart and some of the fingers on his right hand had turned into parchment.
But now, that strange parchment-conversion side effect had struck again!
"Ha... ha..."
Fang Yue gaped, clutching his chest and gasping for breath, his eyes unfocused.
The stabbing pain made him feel that something strange was happening to his heart.
Danger! Danger! Danger!!
Even when fighting Tianjian Jian Wufeng, Fang Yue had never felt such an intense sense of crisis.
It was a peculiar pain, born when one's life was transformed into something else.
"P-parchment..."
[Huff, huff, what is it?]
The parchment still seemed caught up in the happiness of being praised. It hadn't noticed how miserable Fang Yue was.
"Side effects... your... side effects... find a way to suppress them!"
Fang Yue felt his consciousness fading. He was even starting to see things. He thought the broken sword on the ground—the one called Tianjian—had rejoined itself, the two halves connecting once more.
No!
Wait!
This wasn't an illusion!
Fang Yue jolted and opened his eyes wide.
The Tianjian before him really had gone from a broken sword to a completely intact longsword.
And the terrifying sword intent he hadn't been able to sense before was once again erupting from the blade!
Tianjian was alive!
Just as Fang Yue