Legend of Swordsman

With a burst of firm determination, Jian Wushuang pulled himself out of the scene.

Jian Wushuang’s eyes were somewhat dazed; he had witnessed too many scenes.

There were ancient Qishen, everything in the starry sky.

Various scenes, though only fragments of words, had a certain connection.

It was a connection through time.

In his current state, he there was no breakthroughs, and there was no place in time; he couldn’t comprehend much.

He decided to treat these scenes as the environment and ignore them!

His gaze was fixed on the wooden bridge ahead.

He moved forward again.

The complete Universe Origin Source was waving towards him; he couldn’t fall.

If he fell, it would be over.

Not only would he gain nothing, but he might also lose his life.

The three of them walked on the wooden bridge, facing the threat of death.

A sudden thought crossed Jian Wushuang’s mind. Coming out of the Dark King’s Dao Arena just now had made them face the fear of death; there must be a connection.

It was related to the Dark King.

The Dark King represented death.

Now walking on the wooden bridge, Jian Wushuang dared not think too much. Once his state of mind wavered, he could fall at any moment.

Without those dragging scenes, he could finally move forward steadily.

After an unknown period, a figure appeared in front, standing on the bridge without moving.

The figure was familiar, but it was not Dongshen or Wanyan.

”Who is it?” Jian Wushuang’s eyes focused.

The figure, seemingly familiar, had been seen many times by Jian Wushuang.

Behind that figure, Jian Wushuang stopped.

He dared not step forward anymore because the figure remained motionless, and he didn’t know what to do.

When he was at a loss, the figure turned around slowly and smiled, ”It’s me, Jian Wushuang!”

That smile was too familiar to Jian Wushuang.

”Teacher Xuan Yi!”

Jian Wushuang’s state of mind instantly shattered. All the scenes disappeared in an instant, and many doubts surfaced in his mind. But Xuan Yi’s figure had already started to retreat.

He wanted to reach out to stop him, but his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell directly off the wooden bridge.

It was only then that Jian Wushuang realized it was an illusion!

He fell for it.

In the fleeting moment of falling from the narrow bridge, Jian Wushuang snapped back to reality. He extended his hands forward, attempting to grasp onto something, but his efforts were in vain.

As he continued to plummet, the bridge above became clearer, and the oppressive aura thinned the farther he fell.

On the bridge, Dongshen led the way, nearing the other side, while Wanyan persisted in his journey.

Only he descended into the abyss.

Within the depths, Jian Wushuang beheld a familiar scene.

It was a black hole.

He traversed through the black hole, convinced that this was the entrance connecting to the Second Prison.

Now, all he could do was pray that Divine General Moyin would swiftly pull him out.

Within the black hole, Jian Wushuang finally regained control of his form, appearing less disheveled but feeling somewhat desolate.

The dangers ahead were unknown to him, but he knew that even supreme-peak experts might perish.

Suddenly!

A figure approached him head-on, and Jian Wushuang was momentarily stunned.

Divine General Moyin had mentioned that this passage was unidirectional, so how could someone reverse the direction and head towards the bridge?

The figure drew closer, and Jian Wushuang’s heart leaped to his throat.

Not because he feared the person before him.

Rather, he realized that the figure seemed to be himself, or more precisely, his own clone.

It was the clone he had separated from himself in the Mo Luo Nation.

Since entering the black hole, that clone had been unable to emerge, only able to comprehend the mysteries of the black hole.

It had rarely been of assistance to him, so he had neglected it. After all, it was just an avatar clone, with no impact on him.

Unexpectedly, here he was, encountering his own clone.

Aside from shock, Jian Wushuang also felt ecstatic!

The joy came from the possibility of swapping places with his clone, sending it to the Second Prison while he could return to the bridge.

However, the exchange of Thought power meant leaving behind substantial treasures in the Second Prison.

Except for the temporal treasure, the Skysight Heavenly Chessboard.

His Beast God Weapon would also be abandoned.

Jian Wushuang was conflicted. On one hand, there was a gamble with his life, and on the other hand, he had to relinquish some treasures.

”I can’t afford to gamble!” Jian Wushuang shook his head. He truly couldn’t risk it; if he perished, he would lose everything. Zhen Ling could resurrect the strong in the Qishen Temple, but he couldn’t revive a powerhouse from the Original Universe.

If he were to fall, his soul fragments would return to the Original Universe.

Zhen Ling couldn’t retrieve his soul fragments from the Original Universe. Without those fragments, reversing time and space was impossible.

Externally, it was a space-time of the Original Universe. Even beings of immense strength, like the Universe Masters, couldn’t retrieve fragments unless they controlled the Original Universe.

Among the people in this timeline’s river of time, none had the ability to do so. It was futile to even think about it.

Therefore, he dared not gamble.

He had yet to acquire new components for the Beast God Weapon, and its current assistance to him was minimal.

His divine body had approached 50,000-fold of its original power, and the maximum boost from the Beast God Weapon was now only 50,000-fold.

Apart from body protection, it was no longer of much help.

But the precious thing was that it could keep improving!

Moreover, the Beast God Weapon had accompanied him, helping him overcome numerous difficulties. At the moment, it was a dilemma.

If his true self fell, he would face death. Swapping his true self with the clone, there was a high probability of losing treasures when his clone descended.

He had no choice but to make a decision now.

”Farewell!” Jian Wushuang closed his eyes, and a powerful Thought power erupted, instantly surging out from within him and entering into that clone.

Jian Wushuang transformed his clone into the main body on the solitary bridge. And Jian Wushuang who was carrying a multitude of treasures transformed back into the clone and dashed toward the direction of the Second Prison.

After the switch, Jian Wushuang was actually worried that something might go wrong, but fortunately, nothing did.

Now he was returning in the direction he came from, which delighted him.

Although it was regrettable to lose the Beast God Weapon Army, the value of a complete Universe Origin Source far surpassed that of the Beast God Weapon.

Initially, when the Nine Beast God Weapons emerged, they were bestowed by the Qishen to their subordinates.

The three Divine Lords each had one, as did some personally chosen disciples, and one went to a Universe Master who had accomplished great deeds.

The Beast God Weapon ’Candle Dragon’ ended up in the hands of that Universe Master.

Although he was not a core under Qishen, he obtained the Beast God Weapon, adding a touch of legend to his existence.

In the Moro Temporal Space, when the Beast God Weapon appeared, it could surpass even the Universe Treasures, although it couldn’t reach the level of Temporal Treasures. Within the Moro Temporal Space, it was already the pinnacle treasure.

The Three Kings of the Three Kings Court, if it weren’t for the First True King luckily obtaining the Skysight Heavenly Chessboard gifted to him by Xuan Yi, wouldn’t have possessed a treasure comparable to the Beast God Weapon.

During that time in the Moro Temporal Space, they were among the top forces!

They were all envious of the Beast God Weapons.

Now Jian Wushuang had voluntarily abandoned it.