Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 6357: The Self in Her Memory

Carrying the divine sword on his back, Jian Wushuang wore dark red battle armor, his hair flowing in the wind.

Facing a formidable opponent with an overwhelming presence, he silently drew his sword, executing a move he had never seen before.

But that sword strike encompassed the entire Starry Sky.

It was one of his Starry Sky Nine Swords, though he wasnʼt sure which one.

With just that one strike, the formidable opponent was instantly gravely injured, clutching his chest in an attempt to escape. Yet, Jian Wushuang didnʼt pursue him. He simply stood alone with his sword at the base of the sacred mountain.

The scene shifted again.

It seemed as though there were fragments missing from his memory.

In the next moment, Jian Wushuang was lying amidst a field of corpses, the sacred mountain still standing in the background. He knelt atop a pile of bodies, his breath completely gone.

At that moment, several figures with overwhelming auras brushed past him, heading toward the sacred mountain.

Within the clouds halfway up the mountain, a crack slowly opened, followed by a blinding burst of light.

In an instant, those figures fell from the top of the sacred mountain, and with a thunderous crash, the mountain itself began to collapse.

A sense of hopeless void erupted from that place.

And with that, the memory abruptly ended.

Jian Wushuangʼs eyes instantly cleared, and everything that had just happened felt like a dream. He had silently absorbed the golden soul.

Yet, the images in his mind refused to dissipate. Beyond the memory, what lingered most vividly was that one brilliant sword strike.

In that single strike, he had gained many insights.

It was a revelation that could assist him in his own swordsmanship, but now, he had no interest in training. He stood dazed in place for what felt like half a day.

”A mask... the Prophet... the sacred mountain... a formidable opponent with overwhelming aura!”

Jian Wushuang murmured, momentarily unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. It took him a while to regain his composure.

The mysterious figure wearing the mask was the Prophet he had encountered in the Star Field of the Gods. He clearly remembered that his Beast God Weapon had been forged by this Prophet, but in the memory he had absorbed, he could not recall the Prophet at all.

The reason he couldnʼt recall the Prophet in that memory was because he himself had appeared within it.

”Could it be... that everything was real?” Jian Wushuangʼs heart trembled.

If that was his past life, he wouldnʼt have had the Beast God Weapon or the Myriad Tribulation Sword.

What exactly was it?

He wasnʼt sure, but the only person he could think of was his teacher, Xuan Yi.

It seemed to be the future, yet in reality, it was the past!

”Is this what Teacher Xuan Yi meant by seeing the future? But how long will I need to train?” he asked himself with a bitter smile, shaking his head.

It had been a very long time since he last met with Teacher Xuan Yi.

After entering the Dayan Realm, Teacher Xuan Yi had met him in the Qishen Temple, gave him the Heaven-Gazing Chessboard, and instructed him to comprehend the mysteries of the myriad paths through its pieces, ultimately choosing the path of endless transformations.

At that time, he had only been a Dao Lord.

But now...

He wasnʼt even a Dao Lord anymore. Though all of this might have been a trial and test from Teacher Xuan Yi, intended to help him overcome the divine Tribulation.

However, in the future memories, those formidable presences were existences he couldnʼt even begin to imagine.

Thinking of reaching that level, he wondered how many more years of training it would take.

With greater power comes greater responsibility, and though his powerful state of mind remained, he couldnʼt help but feel a sense of impatience.

Perhaps it was because he had seen his future failure and desperately wanted to change it!

”Master Xuan Yi, I will work twice as hard until I can stand before you!” Jian Wushuangʼs gaze became incredibly resolute at that moment, and his entire aura surged with determination. The next moment, the surroundings began to darken.

His entire body was transported out, and the second lamp extinguished.

As he emerged, he immediately noticed Immortal Jiu Chen, who was waiting quietly within the law of destruction. Just one glance was enough for him to realize that something seemed different about the other person.

”Who are you?” Jian Wushuangʼs eyes narrowed, and the law of destruction instantly swept over Immortal Jiu Chen. If the other party made even the slightest suspicious move, Jian Wushuang could kill him in an instant.

Because in Immortal Jiu Chenʼs eyes, he saw trace of hatred.

Immortal Jiu Chen, still within the law of destruction, saw Jian Wushuangʼs serious demeanor and said something that shocked Jian Wushuang. ”Uncle-Master, please donʼt take action, let

me explain!”

”Who are you calling Uncle-Master?” Jian Wushuang was taken aback.

The changed Immortal Jiu Chen helplessly replied, ”You!”

Moments later.

Jian Wushuang stroked his chin, furrowing his brow as he spoke, ”Your master is called Ghost Eye? That means heʼs my senior brother?”

”Yes, yes, thatʼs correct. However, Iʼve never met Master. I only received his inheritance. From his teachings, I learned that Uncle-Master would come to the temple I had set up after countless years!” Immortal Jiu Chen stood there honestly, not daring to hide anything.

This left Jian Wushuang somewhat perplexed.

From what the other person was saying, he suddenly had a senior brother named Ghost Eye, who was once very powerful but had fallen later on. He then passed his inheritance to the Lord of Divine Fire, who was now possessing Immortal Jiu Chenʼs spirit, and set up the Divine Fire Temple, waiting for Jian Wushuang to take over the inheritance?

But who was their master?

If he and Ghost Eye were senior brothers, then who was their master?

”Could it be Master Xuan Yi?” Jian Wushuangʼs heart stirred.

In the memories he absorbed, he saw a pair of eyes in a rift-could those eyes belong to Ghost

Eye?

Although this seemed far-fetched, he was willing to believe it.

Because what was left for him here was the Realm Beastʼs body and that memory.

”Iʼll believe you for now!” Jian Wushuangʼs voice carried authority as he asked, ”Tell me,

what else did my senior brother leave behind?”

The Lord of Divine Fire took a deep breath and replied, ”Master left behind three lamps. Uncle-Master has already passed through the first two, but the third lamp only requires me to confirm your identity, and then I can directly give the contents inside to Uncle-Master!” ”Oh?” Jian Wushuang raised an eyebrow. He understood the implication.

If someone truly extraordinary had extinguished the first two lamps, the remaining one would activate the Lord of Divine Fire to personally verify Jian Wushuangʼs identity. If it was indeed Uncle-Master, then the third lampʼs contents would be handed over.

If not, then it would mean that someone lucky had encountered an extraordinary inheritance.

Of course, this was just Jian Wushuangʼs speculation.

But he wasnʼt wrong-if an extraordinary inheritor had come to the Divine Fire Temple, the Lord of Divine Fire would have benefited even more.

Much more than waiting here for Jian Wushuang.

However, the contents of the third lamp could not be given to the inheritor; they had to be

handed to Jian Wushuang personally.

”Uncle-Master, please take a look. Inside the third lamp is a gray jar. Master said that as long as Uncle-Master appeared, the gray jar should be given to Uncle-Master, and once Uncle- Master retrieves an item from within it, the task would be considered complete!” The Lord of Divine Fire spoke with some excitement.

This made Jian Wushuang chuckle slightly as he asked, ”And after itʼs completed?”

”Well... I canʼt say right now. I can only tell you once Uncle-Master succeeds!” The Lord of Divine Fire smiled awkwardly.

Jian Wushuang didnʼt mind this. He accepted the gray jar and, using his thought power, attempted to explore it, only to feel a powerful force pulling his body and soul into the jar.