Jiang Wang felt as if he had walked a very long way.
Walking alone in the dark night, he didn't know how many miles he had traveled, it was impossible to count.
He couldn't see the end of the road in front of him, nor could he see the road behind him.
He didn't know this world from the outside, and he couldn't see the grudges between him and the people inside.
He couldn't see his companions on the left, and he couldn't see anyone on the right.
This feeling …
It was like a feather floating in the sea, or a scale exposed to the sun on the shore.
He was ignorant and had no one to rely on. He couldn't tell east from west, north from south.
Jiang Wang had always been a very determined person. He knew what he had to do and how to move forward. No matter what kind of predicament he faced, he would cut through all obstacles and move forward bravely.
But now, he didn't even know if he was "moving forward."
He was just walking, walking all the time.
But he didn't know how long he had walked and how far he had walked.
He couldn't reach out to hold the sword, and he couldn't even feel his own hand.
When he realized that he couldn't feel his own hand, he also realized that he was no longer sure if he was walking or not. In fact, he didn't even know when this feeling started.
He only had this thought —
Continue to walk.
With only this thought, he completely lost his perception of "himself."
It wasn't the kind of confusion where all five senses were lost, but all perception, including the five senses, seemed to no longer exist.
Walking without hope was the most difficult, and the greatest fear came from the unknown.
And this kind of loneliness where the world was dark and there was no light in this world was like a tide, almost drowning people.
With every breath, the thought of collapsing was born, so the soul gradually dissipated. It was like a mountain that kept falling rocks and soil, so it gradually became "thin."
Withered grass killed the autumn scenery, and thin ants destroyed the dam.
"Young Friend Jiang?"
In a trance, he seemed to hear a voice, echoing in the long night.
It was a very weak but very long voice. In the dark night, it was originally faint and difficult to find.
But it had nothing to do with the speaker.
The voice itself moved forward stubbornly, like a devout believer worshipping a god, kowtowing three times with each step to the Holy Mountain. So it was finally "heard."
Although it was an empty world, once the voice appeared, it came.
It was called "the arrival of ten thousand voices."
This voice awakened the ears, or in a state of unconsciousness, it reminded the existence of hearing.
In short, the hearing first appeared, and the world of sound had an outline …
The information brought by the voice itself feedback enriched the knowledge.
As a result, his senses gradually recovered.
The tide of loneliness receded.
Jiang Wang opened his eyes and saw a familiar old face …
He reached out to touch the sword.
"Are you feeling better?"
Yu Beidou looked over with a face full of concern. Very naturally, he pressed down on his hand and helped him take his pulse.
"Your injuries are very serious."
At this moment, Yu Beidou's hair was like silver strands and his face was like jade. His previous sorry state had completely disappeared, but his brows were tightly knitted together. "Your heart is already shattered, how could you be so careless?"
There was a hint of kindness in his harsh tone, and a hint of concern in his reproach.
Jiang Wang had the urge to spit at him, but he couldn't remember where that "very unpleasant" feeling came from.
His body had just woken up from that empty state, so he wasn't able to sort out the information in time.
Then, he felt strands of warm energy enter his body through Yu Beidou's hand like rain.
When he looked inside, of course, he saw the pieces of a heart that had gathered together and was about to collapse. Then, he remembered his injuries.
Like a fish returning to the sea.
All of his memories were rapidly recovering.
He observed his heart and saw the threads of starlight drifting over like rain, shuttling back and forth in the heart fragments … They were actually slowly "knitting" them together!
This was an extremely mysterious process. The threads of starlight shuttled from one heart fragment to another, and the two heart fragments actually fused together. Then, the threads of starlight disappeared …
Knitting the heart was like knitting clothes.
The rain-like strands of starlight disappeared one by one. This broken heart, however, slowly recovered until it began to beat powerfully.
Thump, thump, thump.
It integrated the flow of blood and provided strength to the already stiff limbs and bones.
Once the source of the heart was restored, all things were reborn.
Jiang Wang felt the power surging in his body again, and he also felt the world again.
"I'll help you reattach your leg," Yu Beidou said with great concern. "Did you save your broken leg?"
"It's in the storage box," Jiang Wang replied.
"Give it to me," Yu Beidou said warmly.
Jiang Wang took out the broken leg from the storage box. Yu Beidou reached out and took it. Without saying a word, he pressed it directly on the wound of his broken leg.
Using the broken leg to hit the wound actually felt like a fierce collision between a knife and a gun.
The sudden pain caused Jiang Wang's eyebrows to twitch. But in the next moment, a warm feeling replaced the pain. The scene of his heart recovering reappeared. Not long after, the broken leg was as good as new.
"Come, give me your ear too. I'll treat it properly for you," Yu Beidou said again.
Jiang Wang did as he was told and subconsciously said, "Thank you."
But as soon as he said that, he felt that something was wrong …
Why was my leg broken again?
"You don't have to be so polite. We're friends despite our age difference. Friends should help each other," Yu Beidou said casually. His hands moved as before and reattached his broken ear.
His heart, broken leg, and broken ear were all recovered one by one. The other accumulated internal injuries in his body were also gradually disappearing. Jiang Wang's five senses also became clearer.
The feeling of being "whole" was so wonderful.
It almost made him want to immediately stand up and perform a set of sword techniques.
So he couldn't help but look at Yu Beidou's throat.
"Are you feeling better?" Yu Beidou smiled kindly and said, "Young people should pay attention to their bodies. You can't be too impulsive. Impulsiveness can easily lead to accidents, understand?"
Jiang Wang thought silently for a while. Then, he looked away and began to observe his surroundings.
He found that he was probably still in the cave from before, but the cave was very different now.
The stone pillars, the blood demon, and the blood stream had all disappeared. There was actually a hole in the top of the cave. It pierced through the unfathomably high cliff and shone in from the distant sky.
The entire Broken Soul Gorge had been pierced through by some kind of power!
Jiang Wang sat up from the ground. Yu Beidou was squatting next to him. His clothes were dragging on the ground.
He didn't look at Yu Beidou. Instead, he stared blankly at the hole.
This hole was only the size of a baby's fist. The walls of the cave were so smooth that there wasn't a trace of undulation.
There was no sword aura or sword mark.
But Jiang Wang still had a very strong feeling — — this was the result of a sword piercing through the cliff!
"It's very scary, isn't it?" Yu Beidou, who was squatting next to him, also raised his head to look at the hole.
He seemed to have completely guessed what Jiang Wang was thinking and confirmed Jiang Wang's thoughts.
This hole was created by a sword.
"Who left it behind?"
Jiang Wang realized that after Yu Beidou's palm pressed down and he fell into that state of emptiness, some kind of shocking change had occurred in the cave.
But as soon as the question left his mouth, he cautiously added, "Do we know?"
Yu Beidou didn't answer this question. Instead, he looked at the hole that shone through the sky and sighed to himself, "Forgetting the world and man as one … … How could the Three Consummate Flying Swords of the past not be scary?"
The Three Consummate Flying Swords of the past!?
Jiang Wang's heart trembled and he became absent-minded for a moment.
Yu Beidou turned to him and asked, "You know?"
"I've heard of it." Jiang Wang quickly calmed down and said, "I heard that it was the three most powerful swordsmanship that dominated the Flying Sword Era. They were collectively known as the Three Consummate Flying Swords. I just don't know which three Consummate Flying Swords they are."
Yu Beidou's tone was full of lament, as if he was reminiscing and sentimental. "One of them is called the Way of the Sword. In heaven and earth, only I am supreme. One of them is called the Way of the Sword without Self. Without self, there is no enemy. One of them is called the Way of the Sword without Self. Forgetting the world and man as one! "
He looked again at the small hole at the top of the cave, his voice still filled with lingering fear.
"What you see now is the result of Yan Chunhui, the head of the Nine Great Demons, the Forgetful Human Demon!"
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(I've resumed my normal update today. The next chapter is being written. I'm feeling pretty good right now.)
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