Daliang City was bustling with activity.
Chen Zong walked on the quaint and wide streets. Looking at the people coming and going, he felt a little dazed.
Was this place within the space-time fragment?
Although he had heard about it from the Sky-Reaching Sword Saint, when he was here in person, he still felt incredulous.
The space-time fragment!
It was like an illusion, but it was not an illusion. It was so real. Chen Zong even tried to talk to the shop owners on the street. It was completely normal.
Chen Zong could not help but have a strange feeling. It was as if he had lived here and did not feel out of place at all. It was as if he had been born and raised in this city.
It was a very strange feeling. It was his own body, and he had all his memories. He had not lost anything, but he felt as if he had been born and raised in this city. Immediately, Chen Zong felt that his power had disappeared. He could not feel it.
An ordinary person. He was just an ordinary person now. Not only could he not feel the world in his body, but even the powerful Mixed Yuan Heart Force had disappeared.
Clenching his fist, Chen Zong felt that the powerful power in his body had disappeared. What was left was very ordinary power. Perhaps it was better than ordinary people who had not trained. It was at the level of regular training, but it still did not surpass the limits of ordinary people.
Then, where was this place?
Why did he feel so familiar? It was as if he had been born and raised here. However, he had no memory of this city.
The blankness was only temporary. Chen Zong had experienced too many things. Through the ups and downs, his Sword Heart had long been tempered to be incomparably pure and incomparably tough. The Sword Heart could not be seen or touched. It was not the power of cultivation, but it was a special power. It could not make one's strength become stronger, but it could prevent one from being easily confused by external things. It could protect one's own heart and strengthen one's Divine Will, making one's path of seeking the Dao more and more firm.
Therefore, even if his cultivation was gone, his Heart of the Sword was still there.
After that, Chen Zong began to inquire about all kinds of information about the city. His inquiry was very detailed. He calculated according to the rising of the sun and the setting of the moon. It took him a few days to understand everything.
This city was called Daliang City, and it was the capital of the Daliang Kingdom. The monarch of the Daliang Kingdom was fond of romance and pleasure, so poetry, music, and singing and dancing were particularly popular. However, these were not what Chen Zong was interested in. What Chen Zong was really interested in was the cultivation system, especially the sword.
After asking around, he found out that there were people who practiced martial arts in Daliang, and swordsmanship was one of them. Because they practiced swordsmanship, they were graceful and elegant. If a talented person had good swordsmanship, he would be able to make a name for himself in Daliang City and be favored by the young ladies in their boudoirs.
However, Chen Zong had also seen the sword techniques of the so-called scholars with his own eyes. They were merely learned for the sake of pretending to be cultured. When used, it was just beautiful. In terms of lethality, it was not much.
If looking good was worth 10 points, then its actual combat ability was not even half a point.
This kind of swordsmanship made Chen Zong feel very helpless.
Was this an opportunity?
Was he going to leave just like that?
Since he was already here, he might as well take things as they came. After all, he had only been here for a few days. Even if he understood it, it was not comprehensive enough.
In that case, he would spend a few more days looking around. If he really did not gain anything, he could only leave and waste the three wisps of Quasi-saint Qi of Ruin.
However, no one could guarantee that the opportunity in the space-time fragment would be suitable for him.
As he continued to explore, Chen Zong discovered that those who had walked out of Daliang City had disappeared. This was because there was an illusory distortion outside Daliang City. Those who walked out of Daliang City would fall into the distortion and disappear, as if they had been swallowed up.
It gave Chen Zong the feeling that the distortion contained some terrifying evil spirit that would choose to devour people. Standing at the city gate, a few meters away from the distortion, he could feel a kind of horror, a kind of great horror, as if he would die if he stepped into it. It would be a real death, a death where his body and bones would not be left, and his soul would be scattered, and his body and Dao would disappear.
However, the people of Daliang City did not seem to feel anything, as if they were unaware of the danger. After a few days, Chen Zong saw dozens of people walk out of the city gate, walk into the distortion, and disappear.
Could it be that they would not be in any danger?
Should he try?
Chen Zong did not dare to try because the closer he got to the distortion, the stronger the sense of danger became.
Space-time fragments!
All of a sudden, Chen Zong seemed to understand the true meaning of space-time fragments.
The space-time fragments in the Unknown Place should be a part of a complete space-time. The complete space-time was like a complete disk, and the space-time fragments were like fragments of the shattered disk.
Daliang City was one of the fragments of a complete space-time. It was limited to this city, as if it had become a simple and incomplete reincarnation cycle.
When he realized this, Chen Zong was inexplicably touched, but when he wanted to pursue it, it disappeared without a trace. It was difficult to find any mystery.
In that case, could it be that the opportunity here was those distorted illusions?
After comprehending for a few days, Chen Zong did not gain anything. Not only that, he did not even have a trace of feeling, so he could only give up.
If it was really an opportunity, with his comprehension ability, it was impossible for him to gain nothing. At the very least, he would have a trace of feeling. After all, his comprehension ability was not affected in this place.
Could it be that he had to leave just like that?
Chen Zong did not feel that it was a pity to waste three wisps of Quasi-saint Qi of Ruin. The most important thing was that it was suitable for him. However, there was a lingering feeling in his heart that he should not leave just like that. Instead, he should continue to stay and gain something.
Night fell, and the lanterns were lit. While thinking, Chen Zong walked. He did not deliberately go anywhere. As he walked, he unknowingly walked to the edge of the water. Vaguely, there seemed to be a clear and pleasant sound passing through the air into his ears. It was just that the sound was faint and indistinct.
Chen Zong subconsciously focused his mind and listened carefully. The sound gradually became clearer in the wind.
The sound was clear, pleasant, and sonorous. Based on Chen Zong's many years of experience in swordsmanship, he immediately judged that someone was hitting the sword with their fingers or flicking the sword with their fingers, thereby making the clear and pleasant sound of the sword. The rhythm was different, but it was not scattered. Instead, there was a certain order to it. It seemed to be a piece of music.
As he listened, Chen Zong made more judgments. The finger force between the flicking of the sword was strong, and the person had full control of their own strength and operated it at will. Moreover, the person's attainment in swordsmanship was not bad. No, it should be called superb.
For a moment, Chen Zong's interest was aroused, and a corresponding expression appeared on his face. He stared ahead and listened to several flower boats in the river. The boats were brightly lit, and the figures were swaying, singing and dancing. However, those sounds were automatically filtered out by Chen Zong. Only the melodious sound of the sword drifted into his ears along with the night wind by the river.
Chen Zong's eyes turned, as if he was looking for something. Immediately, his eyes lit up slightly. He stepped forward and his speed increased rapidly. He was as vigorous as a cheetah and as swift as the wind. After rushing out for a hundred meters, he jumped up, which immediately caused a burst of exclamations. It was because his speed was so fast that it seemed like he was going to jump into the river.
Could it be that he had taken things too hard?
But in an instant, Chen Zong landed on an empty boat. The boat was only three meters long and about one meter wide, like a leaf.
When Chen Zong jumped down, the boat sank slightly. Layers of ripples spread out under the night sky, making a faint sound of water.
Then, with Chen Zong's strength, the boat moved toward the flower boats in the middle of the river that were making the sound of flicking swords.
Even though he had lost his powerful cultivation, and even his astonishing physique and cultivation strength were gone, leaving behind only a strength that was slightly better than that of ordinary people, he had not lost his control over his own strength. That was his instinct.
Under the control of such extraordinary power, Chen Zong could erupt with even greater speed and strength without harming himself. In that instant of eruption, Chen Zong believed that he could compete with a cheetah in terms of speed, a horse in terms of endurance, and a tiger in terms of strength.
For ordinary people, this was a superhuman existence, an irresistible monster.
But Chen Zong's real strength was his swordsmanship.
The speed of the small boat was not fast, but the river was not very wide. Not long after, Chen Zong arrived at the flower boat. He leaped into the air like a swallow and landed on the flower boat, making no sound.
"Who is it?"
"Who are you?"
After all, he was an ordinary person. No matter how good he was at controlling his strength, he could not avoid being noticed by the crowd.
In an instant, a few big men with big shoulders and thick waists, whose arms could run horses, surrounded Chen Zong with copper sticks in their hands. They glared at him fiercely. Their ferocious appearance was enough to make ordinary people tremble in fear, but it was useless against Chen Zong.
"Where is the person who was playing the song just now?" Chen Zong looked around but did not find the person, so he asked.
"Are you looking for Childe Chen?" One of the big men, who seemed to be the leader, asked with some surprise.
"If he is the person who was playing the song just now, then there is no mistake." Chen Zong replied neither slowly nor quickly. His eyes flashed, and suddenly, the leader felt a sense of fear. It was as if the light in his eyes was tearing and piercing. It was very scary.
Could this person be a swordsmanship expert like Childe Chen?
Thinking of this, they did not dare to offend him. It should be known that in Daliang Country, scholars who were skilled in swordsmanship had very high status. If they offended him, they would not have a good ending.
Soon, Chen Zong saw the Childe Chen that they were talking about. That Childe Chen was very handsome, and could be called a beautiful man. His temperament was also very extraordinary. He was elegant and unrestrained, and had a scholarly feeling. But at this moment, this Childe Chen was hugging beauties on his left and right. He was drunk to the point that his eyes were hazy, and his sword was placed aside.
Chen Zong did not stand on ceremony. He sat down at Childe Chen's invitation and drank with him.
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