"Xuantian, wake up, it’s your turn to take the stage."
Awakened by an old voice, Chen Xuantian groggily opened his eyes and saw the Black Hawk puffing out its chest right in front of him.
"...You finally learned how to talk?"
The hawk "pop" spat out a bubble, and the old voice roared in anger.
"Still dawdling around! Hurry, hurry! Dan is about to die again!"
"Sigh, well, why is it that every ti sothing like this happens, you rember ..."
Chen Xuantian helplessly crawled out of the dorm bed and skillfully peeled off the skin,
"Speaking of which, why don’t you give Dan a dorm room too? Then he can resurrect endlessly like ?"
The hawk chirped, bubbles burst,
"Although you two are modeled and reconstructed based on the sa genetic template, connected through the overlapping of mory strings, mirror images in a film, the core principles are different."
"Chirp chirp"
"Your ’spirit’ is recorded on the supre Void Sword Intent, already refined to the endless End Realm. Crossing thresholds is nothing, disintegration, rebirth, reincarnation trials are rely to cleanse your Daoist Heart, restoring you to the level you’ve already reached. But on your side of the string, you cannot produce a ’body’ to match your ’spirit,’ so you cannot unleash even a fraction of your true ability..."
"Chirp chirp"
"Dan’s ’body’ is a completely new thing, coordinating an infinite Dao Body from scratch. Every gene of his is custom-made, capable of limitless completion, limitless evolution, limitless enhancent, enduring countless forging, surpassing limits, reorganizing and rging, coordinating breakthroughs without collapsing, created to slay the endless End Realm with a boundless sword..."
"Chirp chirp"
"But, after all, Dan is a newly born egg, the foundation of possibilities, yet ultimately still a being limited within four dinsions. His ’spirit’ has not yet reached the End Realm. The overlapping string has an upper limit of retroactive fusion. Each ti he actively plucks the string, there’s a risk of breaking it, that’s called a trial..."
"Chirp chirp"
"In short, you’ll understand later! Dan is not fully forged yet! If he shatters, everything is gone! Don’t dally in such monts! When it’s ti to die, you go up and die for him!"
Chen Xuantian just hung the peeled skin in the cabinet, dumbfounded,
"Wait... wait! With that chirping, did you just divulge a lot of unbelievable hidden settings??
Speak clearly! Use a keyboard! Aren’t you proficient in Wubi!?"
But the hawk, impatiently flapping its wings, grabbed Chen Xuantian’s shoulder, dragging him into the Void Abyss, chirping along,
"This ti he triggered the Calamity of Fallen Body, if he passes, it’s soone else’s trial, if not, Dan will perish!
In short, a close call! Be ntally prepared!"
Chen Xuantian puzzled,
"Wait, didn’t you just say I wouldn’t die? What ntal preparation should I make?"
The hawk gave him a sidelong glance,
"Dying doesn’t an you won’t still feel pain, right?"
Then the hawk’s claw loosened, flinging Chen Xuantian into the void.
"Ah? Ah—!!!"
The next second, a piercing pain struck, like flas scorching, like insects biting, or like ten thousand swords piercing the heart.
The view was all void, nothing could be seen, only fla-like agony, as if soone had gouged out his eyes
Intense stimuli sent from nerve endings to his brain, turned into a tragic scream, erupting from the young man’s mouth, echoing among the peaks.
"Scared , after bubbling so long, he still screams with such vigor, this Dao Seed is not bad, whose sword boy is he?"
"Not from the mountain, from Hidden Sword Manor."
"Tsk, so noisy."
Then a sword energy cut through the young man’s throat, turning the howling screams into the sound of rushing blood wind.
"Hey, don’t kill him. Not many are usable for sword casting."
"Since he’s for sword casting, why leave him a tongue, I’ll take it."
"Hmph, always causing trouble. Child, add another spoon of the Elixir to this furnace."
Then ca the sound of Dan Pills dropping into the dicinal oil, followed by soone closing the furnace lid.
And the young man lay in endless void and darkness, gasping and groaning, gradually losing consciousness, his spirit wandering outside his body.
Then scattering Divine Light converged, regrouping into Chen Xuantian’s Blood Soul, rising from the young’s tattered body.
Even though Chen Xuantian deals with death all the ti, dying and reviving, with a strong Primordial Spirit, this sudden shock still took him a while to recover and see the young man’s form clearly.
Miserable, too miserable.
Eyes were blinded, limbs cut off, tongue and throat sliced, the chest split open, intricately linked with a sword along the spine, unable to bend or stand straight, only floating in dicinal oil, struggling to survive.
Yes, this young man before Chen Xuantian was indeed Tie... er, no, he seed to be Gou Dan?
Chen Xuantian slightly probed his mory, looked at the heart of this Dan, indeed, the boy’s experiences were entirely different from Tie Dan.
This was the one who never joined Yanzi Cave, later taken in by Hidden Sword Manor, but eventually, powerless to stop, watched as the Shen Family was exterminated by the Sword Sect, and himself taken as a sword refining child.
Of course, Gou Dan is probably also Dan, different strings, different gates, different worlds, different possibilities, probably still the sa person.
His Daoist Heart, his perseverance, his determination, nothing less than Tie Dan’s.
But a slight difference can lead to a massive disparity.
Tie Dan is cold like a piece of cold iron.
In three years, he attained the Thousand-Year Sword Power, slaughtered his way up to Nine Yin Peak, chopped down Sword Monarchs and Sword Masters, annihilated the Sword Sect, no one under the sky could block his edge.
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