"Butterfly Immortal..."
Jiang Ding turned the name over in his mind.
He looked at the woman before him. Affection, longing, familial love—complicated feelings rose in his heart. Over nearly ten thousand years together, every emotion had blended into one, until she felt like family.
Even his Great Sun Sword Dao could be div—
Clang!
The Supreme Clarity Flying Sword hummed and trembled, sending out ripples of destructive killing intent.
Its sword cry, filled with violent murderous intent, forcibly cut a path through the overlapping illusions, revealing true memories and the real world.
But the illusions did not vanish. Like a rising tide, they surged back in.
In the brief interval before the waves swept back, his reason returned.
Clang!
Jiang Ding slowly drew the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword.
"What a tremendous opportunity..."
"Fellow Daoist Butterfly Immortal."
Jiang Ding gazed fervently at the dreamlike woman draped in starry butterfly wings, adoration in his eyes. "Since this is our first meeting, my name is Jiang Ding. May I ask whether this is your true body or an avatar?"
"Your puppet illusion arts are truly wondrous. I'm impressed."
"And now, welcome to my hometown!"
Boom!
Within his sea of consciousness, a brilliant sun rose, its radiance shining across the ages.
Six worlds, the Six Paths of Reincarnation, revolved around the sun.
Dreamlike power seeped in from every direction, leaving no opening untouched, but fell into the Six Paths of Reincarnation. There, it reincarnated as pigs, cattle, sheep, horses, dogs, all manner of ghosts and plants. The cycles went on without end, grinding away everything that had come before. It could no longer forcibly alter the sword master's memories.
The sun of destruction bore down from overhead.
"Jiang Ding, I won't hurt you."
Beneath the sun, sorrow touched the face of the dreamlike woman