In the world shaped by Xu Jinghong's Dao Domain, the Xiuzhi Heaven and Earth...
Without Xiuzhi, the Xiuzhi Heaven and Earth had lost its reason to exist. The already unstable laws began to collapse—alternating between eternal darkness and dimmed suns, with bizarre celestial phenomena shifting endlessly. The living beings on the land slowly turned transparent.
At this moment, the only tangible reality in this world was the two figures standing high above the Nine-Layered Heavenly Palace, amidst the churning sea of clouds.
The figure on the left wore a black Daoist robe embroidered with arcane patterns, his sword resting behind him. His expression was as cold as frost, exuding an unparalleled sharpness, like an untouchable celestial sword immortal, aloof and distant.
The figure on the right was clad in a simple white swordsman's attire, his brow furrowed with an unshakable melancholy. The flickering Jinghong Sword in his hand, though still radiating sharp sword light, made him look more like a down-and-out swordsman.
Both were Xu Jinghong.
The former was his younger self—arrogant, unyielding, his blade as sharp as his tongue, seeing all as unworthy opponents.
The latter was the man who had weathered countless storms, stripped of all pretense, his edge now sheathed. The Jinghong Sword in his hand was broken, missing its tip.
"You’ve become the very thing you once despised. Can you even lift a sword anymore?" The black-robed youth’s voice shattered passing clouds as he flicked his finger, unsheathing the peerless Wushuang Sword. A majestic sword intent bore down!
Unrelenting, every strike aimed for the kill, with no regard for defense—a testament to his unshakable confidence in his own invincibility!
Clang!
The white-robed youth raised his broken sword to block. The moment the shattered Jinghong met the flawless Wushuang, a deafening clash erupted!
In an instant, the Wushuang Sword was sent flying, and the broken Jinghong pressed against the youth’s throat.
"A sword isn’t meant for killing. It’s meant to protect what matters most."
"Hahaha! How many have you killed?"
"I’ve lost count."
"And what have you protected?"
"Nothing at all..."
"Pathetic. If you can’t do either, do you even deserve to hold a sword?!" the black-robed youth growled.
Yet the white-robed Xu Jinghong remained expressionless, stepping forward without hesitation. "Once, I had everything, only to watch it vanish like smoke. I tried to make amends, to repay my debts, but in the end, I realized I was powerless. Lost in an impenetrable fog, stumbling blindly, unable to see the path ahead..."
"Only then did I understand—meaningless swings of the sword bring fleeting satisfaction, but leave behind endless emptiness. Only when you wield it for protection does it hold meaning. So... have you found something worth guarding?"
The black-robed youth staggered back, his form flickering like an illusion. "Is love truly worth abandoning everything for?!"
A trace of tenderness surfaced in Xu Jinghong’s eyes. "It’s not about worth. Love is a wildfire—it burns away all hesitation. Even if I’m a moth drawn to the flame, I’d trade all my passion for a single moment in her embrace."
As his words faded—
Boom!
A deep resonance echoed from the depths of the clouds.
The black-robed youth shuddered, his body bursting into gentle light. After a brief silence, he summoned the Wushuang Sword with a wave of his hand and smiled at Xu Jinghong, finally at peace. "Perhaps... love is boundless, consuming all hesitation. It’s time for me to go."
Before the words fully faded, his figure dissolved into countless streams of light, leaving only the indomitable Wushuang Sword drifting toward Xu Jinghong. It fused with the broken Jinghong, restoring its missing tip.
Only now was the true Jinghong reborn—peerless under heaven!
Rumble—!!!
The entire world began collapsing inward.
At the same time, deep in the starry expanse, the ever-expanding vortex of time and space ceased its devouring and slowly shrank, condensing into a single radiant point before returning to Xu Jinghong’s slumbering true body.
After three thousand years of wandering in darkness, the Profound Immortal finally awoke!
"Old Xu, long time no see!" The little golden dragon was the first to greet him, its will surging directly into Xu Jinghong’s mind through the Primordial Chaos Mark, as if taunting Chen Yi.
Chen Yi, holding Xiuzhi’s divine statue, paid it no mind, merely remarking calmly, "Sword Immortal Jinghong, you’ve done well."
After a brief moment of disorientation, Xu Jinghong ignored the little dragon entirely, immediately stepping before Chen Yi and bowing deeply. "Jinghong thanks you, Senior, for your aid. Whatever you ask, even at the cost of my life, I shall not refuse."
"Old Xu! Me! I’m the one who asked him to help you! Why thank him instead of me? I’m the one who truly cares! He just wants to use you!" The little golden dragon stomped in frustration.
"Shut it, useless fish. I know right from wrong," Xu Jinghong shot back without hesitation.
Did it really think he didn’t know what it and the senior had been up to in his consciousness?
A fool like it dared to resist the senior? Did it think he’d join its reckless schemes?!
"You’re ungrateful! You bastard!!!"
The little dragon’s furious mental outburst carried hidden undertones—an attempt to secretly sway Xu Jinghong behind Chen Yi’s back.
"Old Xu, I know you’re acting humble because Xiuzhi’s remnant soul is in his hands. But it’s fine. Play along for now. Once Xiuzhi stabilizes, I’ll find a way to free you both. Don’t trust him—he’s the enemy of all of us!"
Xu Jinghong: "......"
If he’s the enemy, why did you ask him for help?
You’re the real enemy here!
Xiuzhi’s safety was non-negotiable. Play along, huh?
"Useless fish, after all these years, of course I trust you. But you know how it is—Xiuzhi’s in his hands. I have to put on a show, understand?"
"Don’t worry, I get it."
Chen Yi, who had been eavesdropping all along: "......"
So I’m the outsider now?
Plotting behind my back, are we?
Fine. Let’s see what game you’re playing.
Yet, to his surprise—
After placating the little dragon, Xu Jinghong immediately sent him a covert message.
"Senior, the leader of their group wants me to be a spy planted beside you. But you know me—once I’ve set my heart on justice, I won’t waver. Should I cut ties outright, or play the double agent?"
Chen Yi: "......"
Well, well. I knew I wasn’t wrong about you.
You’re really something else!
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