mong the stewards in Wei Ning's manor, and he could handle many affairs on behalf of the Jiao family.Therefore, even Feng Yue of Qingyun Pavilion had to call him "Brother Jiao." He was also bold enoug...Jiang Wang felt as if he had walked a very long way.

In a dark night, I walked alone for countless miles, unable to count how many.

I cannot see the end of the road ahead, nor the path behind.

Unaware of the world outside, and oblivious to the comings and goings of kindness and resentment.

To the left, there are no companions; to the right, no one against the current.

This feeling...

Like a feather floating on the sea, like a scale basking on the shore.

Ignorant and oblivious, with no support or guidance. Without distinction between objects or directions, north and south are unclear.

Jiang Wang has always been a resolute person, knowing what he wants to do and how to move forward. No matter what kind of predicament he faces, he charges ahead bravely through obstacles.

But now, he doesn't even know if he's moving "forward".

He just kept walking, walking the whole time.

But I don't know how long or how far I walked.

He could not reach his hand to grasp the sword, nor could he even feel his own hand.

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When he realized he couldn't feel his hands, he also discovered that he could no longer be sure if he was walking. He didn't even know when this feeling had started.

He just had such an idea—

Continue walking.

With just this one thought, the perception of "self" was completely lost.

It is not the kind of bewilderment where only the five senses are confused, but rather a state where all perceptions, including the five senses, seem to have ceased to exist.

The most arduous journey is one with no hope, and the greatest fear comes from the unknown.

And this loneliness of a world plunged in darkness, with no light to be found anywhere, surged over him like waves upon the sea, almost drowning him.

Every breath brings forth the thought of collapse, and thus the soul gradually dissipates. Like a mountain, constantly shedding rocks and soil, it gradually “witheres”.

“Little Friend Jiang”

For a moment, I seemed to hear a sound, echoing in the long, dark night.

It was a faint but long-drawn sound, barely discernible in the dark of night.

But it has nothing to do with the speaker...

The sound, persistent and unwavering, marched forward like a devout pilgrim worshipping a deity, taking three bows with every step towards the sacred mountain. In the end, it was "heard".

Though it is a world of nothingness, once sound appears, it comes rushing in.

This is called "ten thousand voices coming to court".

The sound awakened the ears, or in a state of obliviousness, reminded the sense of hearing.

In short, hearing appears first, and the world of sound takes shape...

The information conveyed by sound itself, rich feedback enriched our knowledge.

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Thus, all senses gradually returned.

The lonely tide, has receded.

Jiang Wang opened her eyes and saw a familiar old face…

He reached out to touch his sword.

How are you doing

Yu Beidou looked over with concern, and very naturally took his hand to feel his pulse.

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“Your injuries are very serious.”

At this time, Yu Beidou's hair was like silver threads, his face radiated a jade-like glow. The previous disheveled appearance had completely vanished. However, his brows were tightly furrowed: "My heart is shattered, how could I be so careless"

The tone was strict but with a hint of kindness. There was blame, but also concern.

Jiang Wang had a strong urge to spit at him, but for a moment, she couldn't quite remember where that feeling of "extreme displeasure" came from.

The body had just awakened from that state of emptiness and was not yet able to process information as quickly.

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Then, a trickle of warmth began to flow through Yu Beidou's hand and into his body, like raindrops falling.

He looked inward and, of course, saw a clump of heart fragments gathered together, about to collapse. He immediately remembered his own injuries.

Like fish returning to the sea.

All memories came flooding back.

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He observed his own heart, seeing starlight threads like rain drifting in, weaving back and forth within the fragments of his heart...and slowly "stitching" it back together!

This is a very mystical process. Starlight threads shuttle from this fragment of a heart to that fragment of a heart, and the two fragments of hearts actually merge into one place, and the starlight threads disappear...

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The heart is woven like the fabric of a garment.

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Like rain-like threads of starlight, one by one they disappear. This broken heart slowly revives, until it beats strong and powerful again.

Knock, knock.

Integrating the flow of blood, it provides power to limbs that have grown stiff.

When the heart is restored, all things are reborn.

Jiang Wang felt the power surging through his body once more, and he also felt the world anew.

"I'll help you get your leg back on too." Yu Beidou said with concern, "Is your broken leg preserved"

"In the storage box," Jiang Wang replied.

"Give me that," Yu Beidou said softly.

Jiang Wang took out the broken leg from his storage box. Yu Beidou reached out to take it and without saying a word, pressed it directly onto Jiang Wang's wound.

Using broken limbs to slam against an opening, there was actually a sense of ferocity like clashing swords and shields.

The sudden pain caused Jiang Wang's eyebrows to twitch, but the next moment, a warm feeling replaced the pain. The scene of her heart repairing itself reappeared, and in no time, the broken leg was as good as new.

"Come, give me your ears too. I'll treat them properly for you." Yu Beidou said again.

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"Thank you," she replied subconsciously.

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As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized something was wrong...

Why did my leg break

"Don't be so polite, we are old friends who help each other out." Yu Beidou said casually. He continued to work on his hands, helping him stitch up his severed ear.

Heart, broken leg, broken ear, recovered one after another. The other internal injuries accumulated in the body gradually dissipated. Jiang Wang's five senses became clearer and clearer.

The feeling of completeness is so wonderful.

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He almost wanted to get up immediately and perform a sword technique.

Thus, the eyes involuntarily focused on Yu Beidou's throat.

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"Are you feeling better now" Yu Beidou said with a kind smile. "Young people should take care of their bodies and not be too impulsive. Impulsiveness can easily lead to trouble, understand"

Jiang Wang silently thought for a moment, shifted his gaze, and began to observe the surroundings.

He found that he was probably still in the previous cave, but this time the cave was very different.

The stone pillar, blood demon, and blood stream all vanished. On top of the cave, there was a hole, piercing through the high cliff with an immeasurable height, letting in distant sunlight.

The entire Duanhun Gorge was pierced by some kind of power!

Jiang Wang got up from the ground, while Yu Beidou squatted beside him, his sleeves dragging to the floor.

He didn't look at Yu Beidou, but stared blankly at the hole.

This hole was only the size of an infant's fist, and the walls were so smooth there wasn't a single ripple.

There is no sword qi, no sword marks.

But Jiang Wang still had a very strong feeling—this was the result of a sword piercing the cliff!

"Isn't that scary" Yu Beidou, who was crouching beside him, also raised his head to look at the hole and said suddenly.

He seemed to know exactly what Jiang Wang was thinking and confirmed his thoughts.

This cave was created by a sword.

>Who stayed

Jiang Wang realized that after Yu Beidou's palm strike, as he fell into that state of emptiness, something astonishing happened in the cave.

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But the problem, he quickly added with caution: "May I ask"

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Yu Beidou did not respond to the question, but looked at the hole that let in sunlight, and sighed to himself: "Losing oneself in things, harmonizing with heaven and man... How could the three peerless swords of the era be anything but fearsome"

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Flying Sword's Three Ultimate Peaks!

Jiang Wang's heart skipped a beat, momentarily lost in astonishment.

Then Yu Beidou turned to him and asked, "Do you know"

“I've heard of it.” Jiang Wang quickly regained his composure and said, “They say it’s the three strongest sword techniques from the era of horizontally pressing flying swords, collectively known as the Three Absolute Peaks. I just don’t know which three are the Three Absolute Peaks”

Yu Beidou's words were filled with sigh, seeming to have both nostalgia and sadness: "First, there is the sword way of self. Heaven and earth, only I stand alone. Second, there is the sword way without self. Without self, there is no enemy. Third, there is the sword way of forgetting self. Forgetting both self and things, heaven and man become one!"

He looked once more at the small hole in the ceiling of the cave, a lingering fear in his voice.

What you are seeing now is the result of the sword strike from the head of the Nine Great Demons, the Wuming Demon Yan Chunhui!ms, four jade stones, half-dried grass, three steamed grains of rice, water from an empty mountain, mystical arts' mist, all blended as one..."It's flowers and stones, grass and rice, water and mist....