"Your Highness, who are you speaking with?"
"Yes, who?"
The swordsmith, imrsed in inebriation, smiled happily: "Perhaps with future generations?"
"For a fellow like you who enjoys reversed actions, is there even a future to speak of?"
The companion sneered with a cold snort: "It might end poorly, with a tyrant erging among your descendants, one whom the world will band together to condemn, leaving endless calamities!"
"Haha, that's possible too."
The swordsmith couldn't care less. He leaned on his knees, basking in sunlight, casually plucking his sword to play a lody, a slow smile spreading across his lips:
"But imagine, a thousand or ten thousand years later, after all is past, you and I reduced to dust, our nas and histories vanished into oblivion.
Yet after everything, if there's still soone who can rise with a sword as we did...
Isn't that a good thing?"
The companion fell silent for a long ti, heaving a spontaneous sigh:
"Absolutely perfect."
"Right?"
The swordsmith burst into boisterous laughter, lifted a wine jar, and tilted his head back, drinking half himself and pouring the rest into the sea:
"This cup, a toast to future generations!"
The residual wine and blood flowed into the four seas. From then on, the seas turned salty. Among the turbulent waves, was there still a trace of today's wine?
In that fleeting mont thousands of years later, a hallucination-like aroma of wine hovered at the nose's end.
The successor extended a hand, slipping into the carvings.
Finally, they grasped that fierce light that had awaited them for who knows how long, and boldly drew it forth!
When the Seeder turned around in shock at that mont, they saw it again.
Among the rekindled ashes, a towering crimson soared to touch the sky...
The heavens turned crimson, as if there were twenty-four heavens opening in sequence, revealing the Tiann.
The azure sea surged, and below the sea floor, in an instant, dragons and serpents rose to land!
Amidst heaven and earth, it seed a true sovereign arrived, a true master, a true judge... Above the shadow of the tower, the eminent peaks were revealed.
After the great evil, the Superior reigned supre!
Gazing down at the Sword of the Heavenly Essence in the hands of the Evil Demon...
The true Heavenly Essence Sword!
The Heavenly Furnace was dumbfounded, Pang Pei and Ellis rigid, and not just them.
Countless were left speechless at that mont:
"—Chixiao?!"
That was neither the sword of a gradually decaying emperor of a bygone dynasty, nor the fake of the sa na circulated among the Thousand Islands, but the true sword of dominion restored in the hands of the second king in the past, establishing eternal Celestial Mandates!
At this mont, the Shadow of Chixiao, summoned, appeared!
In the hand of that burning shadow, it was raised aloft!
The Sword Sound was loud and clear, resonating through heaven and earth, shaking the universe, becoming the axis of the world...
From now on, no one would doubt whether Lu Changsheng held the Heirloom Seal in his hand!
This appearance of the Shadow of Chixiao was the best proof of the Heavenly Destiny and the inheritance of dominion!
But Ji Jue didn't care.
When this dominion over heaven and earth fell into his hands, only one thought remained in his mind, one idea, one question.
Gazing at the giant hand of the Seeder reaching into the Crack Realm...
—Back then, was it this hand that delivered the disaster of the fla tide into reality?
Or perhaps it was another hand.
It's possible he used both hands.
But it didn't matter...
We et for the first ti, bringing no gifts. The kindness of a past favor cannot be repaid generously. Simply, let this hand be the interest, left here for now!
In that instant, the Evil Demon laughed wildly, towards that spasming arm trying to withdraw...
—Slash!
Heaven and earth moved all at once, all things trembled, singing high and loud.
Wrapped in the flowing universe, gathering everything within, condensing all aning, bidding farewell to the past, establishing the present, and creating the future.
That fla light converged into a line, flashing past...
And then, an unprecedented intense roar, suddenly erupted from within the Crack Realm.
With the dispersal of that line of the Shadow of Chixiao, a surge of pale blood gushed out, covering the sky like a torrential rain.
The Seeder's arm was severed at the elbow!
Beyond restraint, a roar!
A grievous injury!
It was not just a wound, even the slightest feeling of the lost arm ceased to exist, it was thoroughly divided into two different entities.
As if, it was always ant to be.
Once lost, forever lost.
This is Heavenly Destiny upon , to grant and to take!
Within the roar, the last echo was a distant laughter.
The Burning Demon fell from the sky, toward the abyss, finally waving, exuberantly.
Full of malice and ferocity, bidding farewell.
Goodbye, my friend.
Goodbye!
One day, you and I will et again!
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