Within Chaos, no one knew that two wills were colliding at a speed beyond all things.
At their level, it had already become difficult to determine victory or defeat.
Jian Chen's figure blurred within the light, and his voice came from the depths of Chaos—a layering of two voices, whispering with endless vicissitudes.
"Yun Xuan, you keep speaking of justice."
"Then let me ask you: who will grant me my justice?"
The instant his words fell, the scene before Yun Xuan abruptly changed.
Jian Chen had willingly exposed his memories, allowing Yun Xuan to witness his past.
She saw a blood-red sky.
No, that sky had originally been azure blue. It had merely been dyed red by blood.
It was an ancient world, its mountains and rivers steeped in spiritual beauty, its spiritual energy so dense it was nearly tangible.
A towering city stood at the center of the land, and two great characters were carved into its walls: Sword City!
The Sword City Sword Household!
In that world, it was an undisputed great Lineage.
That day was the Lineage's grand tournament, held once every hundred years.
A youth stood upon the martial platform. He appeared seventeen or eighteen, with delicate features and the high spirits unique to the young between his brows.
He gripped a Wooden Sword, while across from him stood a brawny youth a head taller than him.
"Brother Jian Chen, go!"
Below the stage, a little girl with twin buns in her hair waved her chubby little hands. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes brimmed with adoration.
The little girl was only five or six years old. Dressed in a pink gown, she resembled a peach blossom just beginning to bloom.
Hearing her voice, the young man turned and smiled at her, revealing two rows