After a bloody battle, Yi Feng felt the reality of the world around him more deeply than ever. His body and mind had completely merged with the White-robed Sword God of this life. Every grudge, every love and hatred felt so real, as though he had personally lived through it all.
That bloody battle had not only shaken the neighboring nations, but also caused Yi Feng's state of mind to soar, allowing him to ascend to a higher path of the Martial Way. At the same time, he and the young man in black had become friends willing to cut their throats for one another, regarding each other as lifelong confidants from then on.
In a world of martial artists where falsehood and profit ran rampant, having such a confidant meant one could die without regrets.
Just like that, Yi Feng immersed himself deeply in what he believed to be Virtual Life, completely forgetting everything about reality.
Meanwhile.
At the end of the universe in the real world, earth-shattering explosions rang out without end.
A blond young man radiated a chilling aura, cold gleams flickering in his eyes. His entire being was as sharp as the keen long blade in his hand, his edge fully revealed. He had reached the realm where man and blade became one, exuding an invincible presence.
The man stood alone at the end of the universe. No one knew how long had passed, yet he still gripped his long blade with both hands, ceaselessly slashing toward the front!
Blade light cleaved into the seemingly empty depths of darkness, only to be neutralized by a golden barrier that abruptly appeared. Terrifying forces collided again and again, producing shocking booms!
"Bang! Bang!"
The aftershocks echoed into the distance, reducing even the occasional drifting meteorite fragments and shattered