Yan Fei himself couldn't control the burst at the last moment.

He could not control that power at all.

At this moment, he was in chaos, surrounded by darkness, endless darkness, as if he could devour everything.

"Where am I? Am I dead?" Yan Fei murmured in his heart.

He reached out and took a bite, and the pain was very clear.

Not dead, where is this place?

At this moment, the old voice appeared again.

"Bastard, bastard, useless things, are you dead?" The voice was filled with anger.

"If I hadn't forced you into this place, you would have been dead today. But if you weren't for your temper, I would have been even more disappointed."

Yan Fei seemed to have grabbed the life-saving straw and asked hurriedly: "Yes, you pulled me here, where is this?"

"Hmph, Sumi Sword Realm."

"I haven't heard of the Sumi Sword Realm."

"Stop talking nonsense, three thousand big worlds, one hundred thousand small worlds, you have never heard of many things, you will know that this belongs to you."

"Among me?"

"That's right, it's just that your cultivation is too low now and you can't feel the existence of the realm. One day, you will come in and out by yourself."

Who am I? These three words have always troubled Yan Fei.

It seems like an opportunity now.

"Who am I, and who are you?"

The voice was silent for a moment and said, "Do you really want to know?"

"I really think it's too sad to be someone who doesn't even know who he is."

"Okay, come and see."

As he finished speaking, Yan Fei found that the darkness in front of him began to gradually brighten. Light spots that looked like fireflies were floating in the void, with more and more light spots getting closer and closer. Soon, Yan Fei discovered that they were names that emitted different lights.

The Supreme Poison King, everyone is in the group.

The weapon training master, Chu Hen.

Zhenwu Sword Saint, Wu Junlin.

All Saint Danzun, Zhuge Yun.

Thousand-handed Talisman Emperor, Bai Yifan.

....

Yan Fei looked at these names one by one, and was afraid there were thousands of them.

In his spare time, Yan Fei will read some history and can learn more than five thousand years.

He knows some names, but many are unheard of.

Every name I know is a saint of the time and has profound attainments in a certain field.

Those unknown names are probably people from thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years ago.

Yan Fei was shocked.

The closest one is Zhenwu Sword Saint.

Wu Junlin, the previous emperor of the Zhenwu Empire, reached the level of Martial Saint, and was also a sword cultivator.

It is said that he died suddenly twenty years ago.

But what does this have to do with yourself?

"What do you mean, what does this have to do with me?"

The voice rang coldly: "Don't you want to know who you are?"

"What, what does it mean?"

"These are you, or, in other words, you were you."

Yan Fei thought he had a good mentality, but at this moment, he felt a little about to collapse.

"All, it's me?"

"Yes, you're satisfied."

What does it mean to be satisfied? What is the answer?

"What the hell is going on? Can't you explain it to me?"

"It's so stupid. These are your reincarnation, so they were all you once."

Yan Fei seemed to understand something, reincarnation, but this answer was beyond his cognition.

He even felt a little embarrassed and ashamed.

What a joke, if these people were me, would I still be so embarrassed now?

Each of these people can turn their hands into clouds and rain.

The voice seemed to see Yan Fei's thoughts, and then said, "Hehe, how about it, do you know how useless you are, right?"

After hearing this, Yan Fei was dissatisfied.

"No matter who these people are, they may not be better than me at the age of my life."

After a few breaths, Yan Fei's face became firmer, and he said deeply: "You are wrong. One day, I will let the world say that I, Yan Fei, are their life, not my past life."

Yan Fei's words were extremely crazy, and the implication was to transcend these existences.

"Well, this is a bit meaningful. But this is not enough. You must integrate what you have learned in this thousand lifetimes."

Integrated together? Yan Fei was crazy, but not as crazy as this.

"Each of these people is enough to look down on the world and integrate a thousand people into one?"

"Yes, and in the human world, you have to do it."

"Human world? Why, can I go to another world?"

"Okay, I'm talking a lot of nonsense. Remember, what I let you integrate is the understanding of the Tao by these people, not some messy things. Sword Tao is your origin, but all the ways in the world will be together. If you integrate these, it will be beneficial to your sword Tao."

It was difficult for Yan Fei to hear the voice saying this. No matter whether he could understand it immediately, he would keep it in his heart.

"Boy, remember, when choosing fusion, you must choose carefully, take the essence and remove the dross. Otherwise, you may go crazy based on your soul realm. The information contained in these names includes their love, hate, and affection during their lifetime. Do you understand?"

Yan Fei seemed to understand but he always maintained a belief.

"I don't understand very much, but I understand that I am me. No matter who these people were, I just borrowed their income, but I will never be their shadow."

"Hahahahahaha, you've finally gotten up. Okay, let's choose one for now. Bastard, this time, I almost exhausted my soul power in order to save you. You can do it yourself in the future. I can't help you any more. I bury the remaining soul power in your body. Before you can't enter the Sumi Sword Realm by yourself, you can enter every time you break through the realm. Time is limited, so you can't stay here for too long."

As he spoke, the voice gradually became illusory.

"Wait, after talking for a long time, the first question was explained with only a little bit of understanding. You still didn't say about this second question. Who are you? How could you know these things? What is your relationship with me?"

Yan Fei shouted in the Sumeru illusion, but never heard that sound again.

Suddenly, he found a figure wearing purple-gold armor appeared in the darkness in the distance.

The figure stood proudly, unable to see his face clearly, covered in purple-gold armor, and a broken sword in his hand pointed at the sky. Although it was a broken sword, it still brought Yan Fei an extremely shock. In a faint way, Yan Fei felt a strong sense of tragic feeling.

The figure quickly dissipated, and in the Sumi Sword Realm, only Yan Fei and those floating names were left.

He threw away all doubts, swept his eyes over these names, and finally stopped at one name, Zhenwu Sword Saint, Wu Junlin.
Chapter completed!