Chapter 1 “It’s a pity that such a supreme physique is about to be buried today…”

Amidst the heavy rain, Jue Chen was serene.

The person before him was the most powerful warrior he had ever seen, his physique and vitality far surpassing those who had achieved the state of Seeing Divinity (Jian Shen).

But he didn't seem to have the instinctive sense of good fortune and danger that Jian Shen masters possessed, leading him into a death trap and causing such severe injuries.

Although he was an enemy, he felt a tinge of pity.

But it was just a tinge.

If he truly had the ability to sense danger and avoid it, everyone here would surely die today.

However, he couldn't help but feel a sense of caution towards 'Ying Long'.

Today's situation was almost entirely orchestrated by the artificial intelligence 'Ying Long', located in Xuanjing.

The mysterious man's reactions, movements, and lack of the Jian Shen's ability to sense danger were all calculated by 'Ying Long' from those few video clips.

The thought flashed through his mind as he was about to step forward when suddenly, a voice filled with endless grief, like the wail of apes and the cry of eagles, tore through the sky!

“Ah!!!”

Tong Zhengyang shouted to the sky, his heart filled with immeasurable sorrow.

At this moment, all the physical pain combined could not compare to even a fraction of the pain in Tong Zhengyang's heart.

He had endured years of lurking, humiliation, and swallowing insults for the Wangquan Sword, only to be hunted down by the world, suffering severe injuries and narrowly escaping, only to be trapped in this spiritual wasteland.

What a heavy price!

And now, it was leaving him?

How dare it leave him?!

“This is?”

Jue Chen's eyes lit up, and the sense of danger in his heart plummeted.

If the sense of danger he had felt before accepting the invitation was like a storm raging on the ocean, then now it was like a flowing river. Although there was still danger, it was no longer as imminent as before!

He didn't know what had happened, but it was definitely a good opportunity.

He came from a military background, and he was ruthless in battle, never adhering to any rules. If there was an opportunity, he would never let it go.

With a thought, Jue Chen shot into the rain like an arrow.

His steps were extremely fast, his body lunging forward, even the raindrops coming at him were knocked away.

Bang, bang~

In the stormy night, thunder roared. Jue Chen strode forward, the Gang Wind (罡风) around him exploding, his aura majestic, his steps like the collapse of a mountain!

He headed straight for Tong Zhengyang!

“My Wangquan Sword!”

Tong Zhengyang roared, stopping in his tracks. He glanced coldly at the tall Daoist (道人) striding towards him and turned to chase after the Wangquan Sword.

The Wangquan Sword was formless and intangible, neither metal nor Qi (气) nor spirit. Now that it was stained with the scent of his blood, there was still hope of catching it. But if he waited for the scent to disappear, he wouldn't be able to find the Wangquan Sword even if he destroyed the entire world!

At this moment, the severed arm, the burning pain, the anger of being ambushed, and the killing intent were all thrown aside.

His heart was filled with one thought:

“Find the Wangquan Sword!”

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Under the torrential rain, An Qisheng, lying in the mud, seemed oblivious, sleeping soundly.

In his dream, he was sensing Tong Zhengyang's state.

“What is this sharp energy…”

An Qisheng wondered inwardly.

This sharp energy was not just sharp; in his perception, he could also sense its divine intent.

It was an unparalleled divine intent that controlled the world, grasped Yin and Yang, and could cut down everything – heaven, earth, man, gods, and ghosts.

With just a slight sense, he seemed to see a robed old man on a misty mountaintop, lightly raising his sword, causing stars to fall in the void beyond the sky.

A celestial being's sword slays stars!

Buzz, buzz~~~

As the perception spread, An Qisheng seemed to hear bursts of light chirping in his heart, as if a child was acting spoiled and murmuring in his ear.

It made him feel joyful.

“What is this? Is something in Tong Zhengyang's body acting spoiled towards me?”

Coming back to his senses, An Qisheng was a little confused.

His perception spread over, and he could feel that sharp energy, but he couldn't find where it was emanating from.

Tong Zhengyang's arm's meridians, blood vessels, bones, and flesh were a mess, but there didn't seem to be anything else inside.

“Where is it, where is it…”

An Qisheng murmured to himself.

He vaguely felt that the source of this sharp energy was extremely important to him. Perhaps this was Tong Zhengyang's weakness?

But where was it?

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but he had no clue.

Boom!

At one moment, An Qisheng felt a chill between his eyebrows, and then his heart shook violently.

It was as if a bronze bell was ringing in his mind and lightning was striking in his sea of consciousness!

Endless cool, flowing light filled his sea of consciousness, merging with his mental strength in perfect harmony.

A perfect blend…

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction filled his heart, like lying in a rocking chair in the sun after a satisfying meal, like lying on the grass on a cool spring evening and watching the sunset, like a person recovering from a long illness, like a blind person suddenly regaining sight.

An indescribable feeling brewed in his heart.

“What’s going on…”

An Qisheng wondered.

In a daze, he felt his spirit suddenly boil, and it flew away from Tong Zhengyang's body.

Then, the deep pit, the Free Port, the river in the dusk, the sky, the setting sun…

He felt his spirit fly higher and higher, and his soul seemed to be soaring to the highest point in the distant heavens.

Pop~

With a sound like a bubble bursting, An Qisheng slowly came back to his senses:

“This is, that barrier that was blocking me from continuing to trace back? It was broken by me so silently? What exactly was that flowing light that entered my spirit?”

He looked around, and as far as he could see, there was no heaven, no earth, no sun, no moon, no stars, no universe.

There was only an endless, distorted, grotesque sight!

What place was this?!

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Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

Under the torrential rain, the wind and thunder howled, and the air currents surged wildly.

The serious injuries, severed arm, and large-area burns didn't seem to affect Tong Zhengyang's speed.

He had almost forgotten everything, chasing after the Wangquan Sword with increasing speed.

He could feel that the aura he had left on the Wangquan Sword was gradually disappearing.

“This person…”

Jue Chen frowned, took a deep breath, and his already burly figure became even more so. He poured out his strength and chased after him.

If he missed today and Tong Zhengyang escaped, it wouldn't be easy to achieve today's effect again if he wanted to ambush him in the future.

In the distance, Qing Long's expression changed. Before he could speak, he raced after him, carrying a miniature nuclear warhead on his back.

Today's situation was the final result of hundreds and thousands of plans calculated by 'Ying Long' after learning where the mysterious man would go.

Even so, they still couldn't kill him.

If he escaped, the consequences would be unimaginable!

“Wangquan Sword, Wangquan Sword…”

Tong Zhengyang's eyes were fixed on the front, running in a trance.

Gradually, the surrounding scenery became familiar.

In the distance, he had already seen the gloomy forest in the heavy rain. Although he couldn't see it, the figure of An Qisheng lying in the mud at the edge of the forest suddenly appeared in his mind.

“How could the Wangquan Sword come here?”

Looking at the faint red light piercing through the rain, Tong Zhengyang's heart trembled, and an unbelievable thought floated into his mind.

“No, impossible! How is that possible!”

Tong Zhengyang roared in his heart, and his feet exploded with force.

His already extremely fast speed increased again, and an invisible barrier was broken by him.

The sound waves rolled, like thunder.

In an instant, he had broken the sound barrier with his seriously injured body!

He didn't care that large pieces of his skin, which had been scorched yellow and cut by the Wangquan Sword, were blown off by the raging air currents.

Thousands of meters, ten seconds passed.

Tong Zhengyang took a step, as if struck by lightning. His charred face, completely devoid of hair, twisted.

In his sight, that touch of red light finally disappeared before the forest.

That invisible sword light had shaken off his last trace of aura here, and in a completely clean and flawless manner, had entered the forehead of An Qisheng, who was lying in the mud and dozing off!

His last drop of blood landed on the boy's forehead and was washed away by the heavy rain.

“How is that possible?!!!”

Tong Zhengyang's eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his eyes almost splashed into the heavy rain. He almost fainted on the spot.

That Wangquan Sword had actually recognized this foreign boy as its master?!!

He knew that with the sharpness of the Wangquan Sword, no material in this world could resist it, let alone a physical body.

The Wangquan Sword pierced through his forehead without hurting him, which was clearly a sign of recognition of the master in legends!

According to legends, there was a 'god' in the Wangquan Sword. The successive Wangquan Seven Sons were all chosen by the Wangquan Sword and could only control the Wangquan Sword with the approval of the first generation Wangquan Daoist (道人).

He had always thought that this was just a lie made up by Wangquan Dao to mythologize his inheritance, but the scene before him completely overturned his perception.

“How, how is that possible…”

Tong Zhengyang staggered, almost falling into the mud, his eyes turning black.

He felt that all his beliefs had been shattered.

What was this? Decades of lurking, life-and-death pursuits, falling into this spiritual wasteland, just to give away treasures?

What a joke?

What a joke!!

Tong Zhengyang's eyes turned red as if they were about to bleed, and the killing intent in his heart rose endlessly.

“Die!!!”

Endless killing intent poured out of his mouth. The cold sound waves seemed to freeze the torrential rain.

The sound of thunder, rain, and footsteps were all covered by the sound filled with endless killing intent!

“Hmm?”

In the distance, Jue Chen heard the roar and looked as far as he could. He saw Tong Zhengyang, wrapped in the force of wind and thunder, rushing towards the edge of the forest, towards a figure lying in the mud.

“He’s crazy?”

Jue Chen was almost stunned.

He made such a big move to rush back, just to kill the hostage??

“Die!”

Tong Zhengyang crossed hundreds of meters in one step, and his remaining arm shattered the air. He punched towards An Qisheng, who was sleeping, from dozens of meters away.

Before the punch arrived, the Gang Wind (罡风) had already arrived.

The raging air current scattered dozens of meters of rain, about to kill An Qisheng with one punch.

“What?”

Suddenly, Tong Zhengyang's heart shook.

Just as his fist was approaching ten meters, An Qisheng, who was sleeping, suddenly turned over and sat up.

His tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

Weathered, deep, profound…

“How could it be…”

Tong Zhengyang's heart surged with monstrous waves.

This sleep of his seemed to have brought earth-shattering changes and experienced endless years of vicissitudes!

Suddenly, the vicissitudes in those eyes faded away, and the confusion disappeared.

Then, a fair palm gently lifted up, and slender fingers passed through the layers of rain, steadily catching his fist.

“Thank you for your hard work…”

Then, Tong Zhengyang heard a strange voice.

Thank you for your hard work?

Who worked hard…