Free Web NovelChapter 1491: Chapter 150: Yan Chunhui
Jiang Wang felt as if he had been walking a long road.
Walking alone in a dark night, trudging countless miles, immeasurable.
In front, the road seemed endless; behind, the path faded away.
Unaware of the world outside, oblivious to grudges inside.
No fellow traveler to the left, no opposing person to the right.
This feeling...
Like a feather adrift on the sea, like a scale basking on the shore.
Unaware, unsupported. No distinction of east and west, no clarity of north and south.
Jiang Wang had always been a determined person, knowing what he wanted to do and how to move forward. Regardless of whatever predicament he faced, he would forge ahead courageously.
But now, he wasn’t even sure if he was moving "forward."
He was just walking, continually walking.
But he didn’t know how long or how far he had walked.
He reached out but couldn’t grasp his sword, not even feeling his own hand.
When he realized he couldn’t feel his hand, he also discovered that now he couldn’t be sure if he was walking. He didn’t even know when this sensation began.
He just had this one thought—
Continue walking.
This single thought, and he completely lost perception of "self."
It wasn’t the kind of bewilderment of losing all five senses, but a void where all senses, including the five, seemed nonexistent.
The hardest trek is the hopeless one, the greatest fear comes from the unknown.
And this solitude, a darkness swallowing the world, felt like an overwhelming tide, almost drowning the person.
With every breath, the thought of collapse was born, and thus his spirit gradually dissipated. Like a towering mountain, shedding rocks and soil, becoming "thinner."
Withering grass smothers autumn scenery, tiny ants crush long dykes.
"Jiang You?"
In a daze, he seemed to hear a voice, echoing in the long dark night.
It was a very faint but persistent voice, elusive in the dark night.
But the importance wasn’t about the one who spoke...
The voice itself steered forward stubbornly, like a devout believer worshipping a deity, taking three steps to bow towards the Holy Mountain, thus finally being "heard."
Even in an empty world, once a sound appears, it immediately responds.
That’s called "All Sounds Coming."
This voice awakened his ears or reminded him of hearing’s existence in his senseless state.
In any case, hearing came first, and the world of sound emerged in outline...
The information the voice brought enhanced what he knew.
Thus, all perceptions gradually restored.
The tide of solitude receded.
Jiang Wang opened his eyes and saw a familiar old face...
He reached out to touch his sword.
"Are you feeling better?"
Yu Beidou looked over with concern, naturally pressing down his hand, helping to take his pulse.
"Your injuries are severe."
At that moment, Yu Beidou, with hair like silver threads and a face glowing like jade, had lost his previous disoriented state, but his brows knitted tightly: "Your heart’s shattered—how did you get this careless?"
The tone was stern yet a bit kind, reproachful yet somewhat caring.
Jiang Wang felt a strong urge to spit at him, but struggled to recall where this sense of "displeasure" originated from.
The body, having just awakened from that void state, wasn’t processing information quickly.
Soon he sensed a gentle power, thread by thread, flowing into his body through Yu Beidou’s hand, like rain falling.
Looking inward, he indeed saw a mass of heart fragments gathered together, about to collapse. Then he remembered his injuries.
Like a fish returning to the sea.
All memories rapidly revived.
He observed his heart, seeing lines of starlight drifting like rain, weaving back and forth among the heart fragments... astonishingly mending them!
This was a very miraculous process. The lines of starlight traversed one heart fragment to another, with fragments merging, and the starlight disappearing...
Weaving a heart like weaving clothes.
Raindrop-like lines of starlight disappeared one by one, and this broken heart slowly revived, beating powerfully again.
Thump thump, thump thump.
Coordinating the flow of blood, providing energy to the stiffened limbs and bones.
Once the heart is restored, all things are reborn.
Jiang Wang felt the renewed surge of power within his body, also reconnecting with this world.
"Let me reattach your leg as well," Yu Beidou said with concern: "Did you keep your severed leg?"
"In the Storage Box," Jiang Wang replied.
"Give it to me," Yu Beidou said in a gentle voice.
Jiang Wang retrieved the severed leg from the Storage Box, and Yu Beidou took it, pressing it straight onto his leg’s severed site.
When the severed limb pressed against the wound, there was an intense clash like sword meeting spear.
The sudden pain made Jiang Wang’s brow twitch, but in the next moment, a warm sensation replaced the pain. The scene of the heart’s repair replayed, and before long, the severed leg was whole again.
"Now, give me your ear, and I’ll treat it," Yu Beidou continued.
Jiang Wang did as told, instinctively saying: "Thank you."
As soon as he spoke, he felt something was amiss...
Why did my leg break, anyway?
"No need to be so polite, we’re like old friends despite the age gap, helping each other," Yu Beidou said casually. Handling it as before, reattaching his severed ear,
The heart, broken leg, severed ear all restored in sequence, and the other internal injuries accumulated in the body gradually dissipated. Jiang Wang’s five senses grew progressively sharper.
"Being whole" felt so wonderful.
He almost wanted to stand up immediately and perform a set of Swordsmanship.
Thus, involuntarily, his eyes fixed on Yu Beidou’s throat.
"Feeling better?" Yu Beidou chuckled kindly: "Young people should take care of themselves, too much impulsiveness leads to trouble, you understand?"
Jiang Wang pondered in silence for a while, shifting his gaze to observe the surroundings.
He realized he was probably still in the previous cave, but the cave was now markedly different.
The stone pillars, Blood Demon, and blood stream had all vanished, and astonishly, a hole in the cave’s top pierced through unmeasurable high crags, letting in distant Heavenly Light.
The entire Broken Soul Gorge had been penetrated by some kind of force!
Jiang Wang sat up from the ground, while Yu Beidou squatted next to him, his robe almost touching the floor.
He didn’t look at Yu Beidou, instead fixedly staring at that hole.
The hole was only the size of a baby’s fist, perfectly smooth with no bumps.
No traces of Sword Qi or sword marks.
But Jiang Wang still had a very strong feeling—that this was the result of a sword piercing through the cliff!
"Terrifying, isn’t it?" Yu Beidou, squatting nearby, raised his head too to look at the hole, unexpectedly asked.
He seemed able to completely guess what Jiang Wang was thinking and confirmed Jiang Wang’s suspicion.
This hole was indeed sword-created.
"Who left it?"
Jiang Wang realized some astonishing change had occurred in the cave after Yu Beidou’s palm pressed down, plunging him into that void state.
But as soon as he asked, he prudently added: "Is it convenient for me to know?"
Yu Beidou didn’t respond to the question, but glancing at the hole with Heavenly Light, sighed to himself: "Forgetting self and object, unity with Heaven and Earth... how could the Three Swords Summit of the Flying Sword Era be anything but terrifying?"
The Three Swords Summit of the Flying Sword Era!?
Jiang Wang felt a tremor, momentarily dazed.
Yu Beidou turned to ask him: "You know of it?"
"I’ve heard of it," Jiang Wang quickly calmed himself, saying: "I heard it’s the strongest three Swordsmanship of the Flying Sword Era, collectively called the Three Summits. But which are the Three Summits?"
Yu Beidou spoke with a hint of emotion, perhaps nostalgia, perhaps sadness: "First, called Myriad Sword Dao. Between Heaven and Earth, I and I alone reign supreme. Second, called Selfless Sword Dao, no self hence invincible. Third, called Forget Oneself Sword Dao. Forgetting self and object, unity with Heaven and Earth!"
Once more, he glanced at the small hole in the cave ceiling, speaking with lingering fear—
"What you see now is the result of a sword strike from Yan Chunhui, the Selfless Demon of the Nine Great Demon Men!"
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