A Hole in the Gods and Devils Battlefield

Sang Ying felt as if she had fallen into someone else's memory.

At first, she was trapped in a void, with nothing around her and no way to move.

There were occasional background noises, but perhaps the thing trapping her was too heavy and sturdy, and she couldn't hear anything clearly.

A long time passed, so long that Sang Ying herself could no longer feel the passage of time, before a few scattered sounds could be heard from outside.

Sometimes it was the sound of metal clashing, sometimes the sound of weapons piercing flesh.

As Sang Ying listened to the commotion, she gradually calmed down from her initial anxiety.

She waited for a long time, and finally, this pure white world began to change, and a completely unfamiliar landscape slowly unfolded before her.

Sang Ying was surprised to find that she could finally move her body again, and what surprised her even more was that the person standing in front of her and speaking gently to her was none other than Gu Wangchuan!

Gu Wangchuan and Sang Ying couldn't tell his age, but he already possessed the aura of a high-level cultivator and the vicissitudes of life he had experienced.

Sang Ying's heart skipped a beat. Could these Sword Intent have been left behind by Gu Wangchuan?

Before she could think any further, she was already drawn into Gu Wangchuan's memories.

"Heavenly River, look! I've mastered a new sword technique today, and since you've finally taken human form, I'll show it to you!" Although Gu Wangchuan's face had matured considerably, the youthful spirit within him seemed to remain unchanged.

Sang Ying didn't speak, but the person she possessed responded extremely coldly, "My name is Sever the Heavenly River, not Heavenly River. Also, I've already taken human form, it's just that your cultivation wasn't high enough before, so I couldn't separate from the sword body."

Hearing this, Sang Ying was surprised again.

It seems that she possessed Gu Wangchuan's sword spirit. However, Sang Ying never imagined that such a sharp and domineering sword as Sever the Heavenly River would give birth to a fierce female sword spirit.

Gu Wangchuan chuckled, probably used to his sword spirit's sharp tongue, and leaped up, sword in hand.

This was the first time Sang Ying had seen Gu Wangchuan practice his sword after achieving a certain level of skill. Compared to before, his Swordsmanship was much more mature now, and his every move already showed the shadow of the Sword Master.

After completing a set of Swordsmanship, Sang Ying forgot almost everything except Gu Wangchuan in front of her.

She never knew Swordsmanship could be like this, both gentle and powerful, making Sang Ying's hands itch to try it herself.

Gu Wangchuan's final sword strike had already been unleashed. The sword, imbued with power, was only thrust out slightly, seemingly without any force. However, after Gu Wangchuan withdrew his Sever the Heavenly River, the mountain in front of them seemed to have been cleaved in two by some sharp weapon, and was actually split in half!

It was at this moment that Sang Ying realized they were in a desolate mountain range, far from any human habitation. The severed mountain peaks were devoid of life, not even a blade of grass.

The shock of this scene lingered in Sang Ying's heart for a long time. Soon, Gu Wangchuan's voice rang in her ears. "Did you see that, Heavenly River? This is my Sword Intent —to overcome the great with the small, to cut down a powerful enemy with the insignificant!"

Each word seemed to carry the power of thunder, striking Sang Ying's ears directly.

But the sword spirit simply replied coldly, "I've already said it, my name is Sever the Heavenly River."

Jiang Zhuoxue used her sword to deflect the demons that lunged at Bai Nianchou and pulled him up from the ground.

They quickly took their positions, back to back, facing the endless stream of demons.

The two were already among the best of the Dragon Race, and now their combined attack was like adding wings to a tiger. When the rescue team arrived, they found the ground littered with the corpses of those demons. Meanwhile, Jiang Zhuoxue and her companion, who had been separated from the team earlier and were said to be in danger, were leisurely sitting on a large rock, slowly polishing their swords.

Upon seeing this, the guards first breathed a sigh of relief, then complained, "Young Master, Young Master Jiang, why didn't you two say you'd wait and we'd charge into the demon horde ourselves? What if something had happened to you? How would we explain to the clan leaders?"

Qing Shou, who had come along to rescue them, was also furious. "I heard you and your warriors wailing as your young master and lord charged into the enemy lines and disappeared. I thought you two were dead!"

Qing Shou originally thought that something had really happened to the two of them. He didn't even have time to report to the clan leaders to arrange for more warriors to accompany them. He rushed here all the way, fearing that one of them might be gone.

When they arrived, they found that the two of them had not only been harmed by the demons, but the demons themselves seemed to be terrified of them, hiding far away and wanting to keep a distance of dozens of meters from Jiang Zhuoxue and the others.

Qing Shou knew he had worried for nothing.

Seeing that someone had come to pick them up, and having rested enough, the two quickly tidied themselves up and followed the group back to camp.

At this moment, news of Bai Nianchou and Jiang Zhuoxue's intrusion into the demon horde reached their ears. When they saw the two return as if nothing had happened, with their clothes perfectly intact, they immediately understood that the two must have gotten away with something from the demons.

However, the Old Patriarch Bai still reprimanded them with a stern face. "You two are becoming more and more outrageous, daring to charge into the demon horde just because you're so capable. We'll let it go today, but if it happens again, you two will personally wash the armor of the warriors who fought for you!"

The Old Patriarch Bai originally intended to delegate everything to Bai Nianchou, the young master. Firstly, he was getting old and no longer had the strength to do anything. Secondly, Bai Nianchou was already the young master and would eventually take over as patriarch. Handing everything over to him early would allow Bai Nianchou to hone his skills and prevent the White Dragon Tribe from falling into chaos if he were to die.

The warriors' armor didn't actually need to be washed; if they felt it was dirty, they could just cast a Method Formula to clean it.

Old Patriarch Bai said this to scare the two of them and prevent them from doing anything that would cause them worry.

Jiang Zhuoxue and Bai Nianchou exchanged a glance, and had no choice but to agree.

Qing Shou, whose relationship with them had improved slightly, seemed unsatisfied and fanned the flames from the side. "Old Patriarch Bai, punishing them again next time won't keep them in check. We have to punish them this time. Look at how arrogant they are, abandoning the group and running away on their own. We can't let this kind of bad behavior get in the way!"

After he finished speaking, he received murderous glares from both Bai Nianchou and Jiang Zhuoxue. Qing Shou shrank back and silently retreated.

"Alright, alright," Jin Man stepped forward to smooth things over. "They just wanted to test their skills, and now that they know how capable they are, they naturally won't do anything so risky again. Isn't that right, my two nephews?"

Jin Man deliberately offered them a way out, and the two quickly nodded in agreement, accepting the offer.

After exchanging a few casual words, the atmosphere in the tent was quite relaxed for a moment. But soon Hong Yan sighed, "The situation on this Gods and Devils Battlefield is improving day by day. Even the demons that have appeared are only low-level, not high-level."

"Isn't this a good thing? Why does it sound like some terrible disaster coming from your mouth?" Jin Man asked his old friend, amused.

But Hong Yan's face showed no sign of relief. "I just have a feeling that disaster might befall us!"

"Think about it, in the past, when did any incidents on the Gods and Devils Battlefield ever get resolved as easily as they have now? When there were initial disturbances on the Gods and Devils Battlefield, there were clearly many high-level Devil Race appearing, but now not only are there no high-level Devil Race, but even the number of low-level demons is pitifully small. This is truly quite strange," Hong Yan continued to sigh.

Now, everyone's expressions gradually turned serious.

A sudden thought flashed through Jiang Zhuoxue's mind, as if he had realized something, but just as he was about to think about it carefully, a soldier suddenly lifted the curtain and rushed in. The worry and solemnity on his face frightened everyone.

"Reporting to all clan leaders and young masters, some warriors who were observing the movements in the Lower Realm have discovered a hole in our Upper Realm that connects directly to the Lower Realm!"

Everyone's expression changed, and Old Patriarch Bai immediately stood up and asked, "Which part was broken?"

The warrior closed his eyes briefly, then said in a trembling voice, "It's... it's the Gods and Devils Battlefield!"