"I underestimated the power of an Emperor Realm weapon."
The pure-blooded beast cub was a little regretful. If it wasn't for its arrogance, Fang Chen wouldn't have ended up like this.
"Kid, you treated me well, but I let you die in front of an Emperor Realm weapon. This is what I owe you." The pure-blooded beast cub said in a deep voice, "If you can survive by chance, I will definitely recognize you as my master."
After saying that, the pure-blooded beast cub looked at the Emperor Realm weapon in fear and turned to leave.
Dong!
When it disappeared in front of the small hill, the sword tomb closed and the small hill returned to its original state. The crack from before quietly disappeared.
Other than the remnant sword aura in the air, there was nothing else to prove that there was an Emperor Realm weapon hidden under the small hill.
Inside the sword tomb.
Many broken swords stood like a forest, protecting the Emperor Realm weapon. They transmitted sword aura to it at all times, allowing it to repair itself.
And above the Emperor Realm weapon, the Hidden Star Sword was firmly controlled by it. It couldn't move and even lost its consciousness.
In the darkness.
Fang Chen felt that his body seemed to be disintegrating.
"Am I going to die?"
Fang Chen never thought that death would be so close to him.
Looking at his feet gradually turning into nothingness and dispersing in the darkness, Fang Chen felt lost.
He still had many things to do, but unfortunately, he was powerless to reverse the situation.
He raised his hands, wanting to touch the dark void one last time, but he found that his arms were also dispersing.
The moment he closed his eyes, his entire body directly disintegrated and disappeared into the darkness.
Miracle Continent.
The reason why it was called Miracle Continent was because countless miracles had appeared on this continent.
This continent wasn't considered big. It was about the same size as the Nile Continent.
On a mountain top, a white-clothed youth sat quietly.
He held his chin, his face full of innocence.
In his hand was a mysterious sword shuttle.
In his memory, this sword shuttle had always been with him. It had existed since he was born.
Moreover, the reason why he could shake the desolate border at such a young age was also because of the sword shuttle.
"What exactly is this thing?"
The white-clothed youth was very curious and carefully played with the sword shuttle.
Ouch!
Suddenly, the white-clothed youth cried out. There was a painful expression on his face.
Just now, when he was playing with the sword shuttle, he was careless and cut his finger by the sharp carvings on the sword shuttle.
A drop of blood dripped onto the sword shuttle.
Weng!
All of a sudden, the sword shuttle started to move, and then it burst out with a dazzling light.
The powerful Sword Qi emitted from the Sword Shuttle directly spread the body of the white-clothed youth.
Gululu!
The sword shuttle fell to the ground and a white mist emerged. Then, the white mist condensed into a human figure under the white-clothed youth's dumbfounded gaze.
An amiable old man was looking at him with a smile.
"Congratulations, you've entered the world of the Samsara Sword Shuttle," said the old man in the white fog.
"Grandpa, are you talking to me?" The young man in white asked in surprise.
The white fog elder nodded, "You are a one in a million sword genius. When you dominate the Miracle Continent, I will tell you everything."
After he finished speaking, the old man dissipated.
The white-clothed youth was left behind with a face full of shock. His heart was filled with shock.
"Am I dreaming?"
After a long time, the white-clothed youth picked up the sword shuttle that had calmed down, his heart heavy.
It was as if everything that happened today was so unimaginable.
"Am I really a one in a million sword genius?"
…
In the following time, the white-clothed youth's mind seemed to have opened a door to the peak of the sword path. His progress was incomparably fast.
The outside world was all envious, but the white-clothed youth knew that all of this was because of the mysterious sword shuttle.
Three years later, the white-clothed youth walked through the desolate border, and no one was his match.
Ten years later, one man and one sword flattened the northern part of the Miracle Continent.
A hundred years later, the white-clothed youth stood at the peak of the Miracle Mountain, calmly looking at the black-clothed man opposite him.
"Everyone calls you the Sword Saint. I want to see what qualifications a martial artist who has cultivated for a hundred years has to be called the Sword Saint."
The black-clothed man was the famous Sword King of the Miracle Continent. His sword was incomparably sharp, and no one could block it.
Xiu!
The black-clothed man flicked his finger, and a streak of resplendent sword light appeared. A powerful sword path aura whistled over.
Facing such a powerful attack, the white-clothed man was fearless, and there was no expression on his face.
Only when the sword light was only one centimeter away from him did he slowly open his mouth.
"Too weak."
He seemed to be sighing, as if he was talking to himself.
When his voice fell, a powerful halo of sword qi appeared around him, forcibly shattering the black-clothed man's sword light.
Deng deng deng!
The powerful backlash caused the black-clothed man's body to continuously retreat.
A trace of blood faintly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The white-clothed martial artist still stood there quietly, as if he had never made a move.
The black-clothed man trembled. He seemed to have seen the rise of a peerless sword cultivator.
"How is this possible?"
The black-clothed man could not understand. He had cultivated bitterly for countless years, but he could not defeat a rising star.
Boom!
The black-clothed man's body suddenly turned into a black mist, and then scattered with the wind.
The white-clothed man was a little surprised, and his eyes widened.
Weng!
The sword shuttle shook again, and the white-clothed elder appeared for the second time.
"How is it?"
The white-clothed elder asked with a chuckle.
"Senior, in the past hundred years, my sword path cultivation has improved at a godly speed …"
The white-clothed man gave a simple account of his experiences in the past few years.
The white-clothed elder was very gratified. He stretched out his finger and gently tapped the white-clothed man's forehead.
Suddenly, the white-clothed man's head shook, and then countless memories emerged in his mind.
"I'm Fang Chen?"
The memories of his previous life merged together. Fang Chen instantly understood that he did not die, but entered the world of the Samsara Sword Shuttle.
"I'm Fang Chen. Greetings, senior Samsara Sword Emperor."
Needless to say, the white-clothed elder must be the remnant thought left by the Samsara Sword Emperor.
"Haha … It's not easy for you to have such comprehension."
The white-clothed elder said with satisfaction, "In the past hundred years in the World of Samsara, you started from nothing and re-experienced the foundation of sword cultivation. What do you think?"
"The sword path is vast and broad. What I have mastered is just a drop in the ocean," Fang Chen said modestly.
The white-clothed elder waved his hand. "The purpose of refining the Samsara Sword Shuttle was to let sword cultivators go through the most basic part of the sword path again and comprehend the most authentic sword path.
And you are one of the best among them. "
"The Sword Dao you created is very exquisite. Furthermore, you've combined all the insights you've gained over the years into your self-created Sword Dao.
In fact, unconsciously, you have walked on an unprecedented path. "The white-clothed elder said with a smile.
Fang Chen was silent.
The Miracle Continent, the Sword Sage Bai Shan, and the Sword King were all illusory.
Because this was the world of the Samsara Sword Shuttle, an illusory world.
In a trance, the sound of the Great Way sounded in Fang Chen's mind.
In his mind, all kinds of memories of the past appeared.
Ninety years ago, he killed a nobleman in a fit of rage for a woman. After that, he exterminated the entire clan.
70 years ago, he met an old friend on the road, but was sneakily attacked and killed by a sword.
40 years ago, he succeeded in the sword path, but was plotted against by the person closest to him. He attacked in anger and stirred up the Miracle Continent.
10 years ago, he challenged his master to a duel on the top of the Miracle Mountain. That battle shocked the world. In the end, he cut off his master's head in pain.
These were all his experiences in the world of the Samsara Sword Shuttle.
Before, he couldn't let go of the sadness in his heart.
But now, after receiving the guidance of the white-clothed elder, he suddenly saw the light.
Illusory and real, real and illusory.
What happened in the past was just an obstacle on the path of his sword path.
Boom!
The heart of the sword was bright, and the sword path was divine!
At this moment, Fang Chen was like a god, surrounded by the aura of sword path.
His body had undergone earth-shattering changes, especially in his state of mind.
Thump, thump, thump!
The power of the Soul Tao suddenly erupted, and the strength of his Primordial Spirit increased.
"I see."
Fang Chen suddenly opened his eyes and flicked his finger. The void in front of him was cut open, and a huge sword light stood between heaven and earth.
"The sixth move of the Invincible Sword Path, let's call it the Miracle Sword."
Wu Dao and the world of the Samsara Sword Shuttle were in the Miracle Continent, so he named it the Miracle Sword!
The Samsara Sword Shuttle was at the Miracle Peak.