After some time, a small house beside the waterfall.
At the deepest end, within a sealed meditation chamber.
Not even a sliver of light seeped in from outside; the entire chamber was incomparably deep and dark.
Within that heart-palpitating gloom, only a bright streak of Red Radiance flowed. It was clearly a long sword, crimson from hilt to tip.
There had originally been no sound within the chamber.
Yet if one stayed long enough, one could faintly hear a strange chopping sound—like metal striking metal, yet also like trees being hacked apart...
It seemed to be the amalgamation of every sound in the world—splitting, hacking, shaving, chopping, cleaving, and more. It was exceedingly bizarre.
In the profound darkness, who knew how much time passed.
Clang—!
An incomparably crisp ring echoed through the meditation chamber, as though something had been severed.
Boom!
Surging Red Radiance instantly drove back the boundless darkness as it spread, flooding the chamber with scarlet light.
"Ah~"
A soft sigh rang out.
The boundless Red Radiance then receded, and darkness once more filled the chamber. Yet it was no longer as unnerving as before.
Light filtered in through the crack beneath the door, making the room faintly visible.
Xu Xing sat cross-legged at the very center of the chamber. The crimson longsword that had lain across his knees had vanished, replaced by a tall, graceful figure in red.
It was Moon Shadow.
"I've finally worn away the most crucial part."
Letting out a long breath, Xu Xing visibly relaxed.
If the connection that the Great Profound Realm granted between him and everyone else was a chain, then he had now cut through the side with the "clasp."
Though the other side still remained, the already taut "chain" would gradually be unable to bear the strain, deforming before