That night.

Xuanyuan Jing and Zhao Wujiang slept in the same bed, leaning against each other.

Xuanyuan Jing had a long, long dream. In the dream, she and Zhao Wujiang were playing in the mountains and rivers somewhere, talking and laughing. She led Zhao Wujiang and ran, and the mountains and rivers were everywhere in her sight.

But suddenly, when she turned back, Zhao Wujiang disappeared. She was startled, and when she was about to look for him, the ground under her feet turned into a vast ocean, and she fell down and fell into the ocean.

The sky was dark, with lightning and thunder, but in the vast ocean, there was silence.

She wanted to shout, but she couldn't. Just when she was about to despair, Zhao Wujiang appeared from nowhere, hugged her, and went upstream.

The waves on the sea were rough, and she was surrounded by Zhao Wujiang. Her body was floating in the sea, looking for direction.

But the vast ocean was endless, and they couldn't find where to go, and they gradually became exhausted.

Zhao Wujiang kept telling her to persist, persist, and persist for a while, but her breath gradually became weak. She listened to Zhao Wujiang's voice repeated, but became weaker and weaker.

She tried to open her eyes to see what was wrong with Zhao Wujiang, but suddenly she felt that the strength that supported her had dissipated. She looked down and saw that Zhao Wujiang had not moved at all, closed his eyes and sank into the sea.

"No!" she screamed, wanting to dive into the water to save Zhao Wujiang, but just as she was about to dive, a hand grabbed her arm and lifted her up.

She didn't know who it was, but she only heard a cold but strangely honest voice:

"Child, you shouldn't have saved him!"

"No!" Xuanyuan Jing wanted to fight, but suddenly broke away.

In an instant, she broke free from the boundless ocean and landed on the bed.

She opened her eyes, gasping and twitching in the darkness, with lingering fear in her heart. It turned out that what just happened was a dream.

Her hair was already wet and stuck to her forehead. She slowly sat up and looked at Zhao Wujiang who was sleeping next to her in the dark night. She pursed her lips and cried for no reason, sobbing uncontrollably.

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Barren mountains and graves.

The swords all over the mountain are like planted vegetation.

In the forest of Jianzhong Mountain, there is an unknown hill and a stone house.

There was an old man sitting in the room, his beard and hair were as messy as crazy, he was dressed in coarse linen and his body was thin.

The old man closed his eyes and lay against the wall. His chest was not rising and falling when he breathed, as if he was dead.

Suddenly, the old man's eyelids trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes only opened and closed slightly, and there was light in them, like a Lingtian sword that could kill demons at the top and evil spirits at the bottom.

In an instant, the room was filled with sword energy.

Under the dark night, in the Sword Tomb Mountains, the sword with its body buried began to tremble, as if it had been summoned.

More and more people were awakened by the sound of swords on the barren mountain where bones were buried. They looked at the stone house, their expressions were solemn, fearful, reverent, and hot, but no one acted rashly.

The old man in the stone house wanted to stand up, but his body trembled slightly, and he heard the clattering behind him, which was the sound of chains.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the old man's hands and feet were tied with chains. The chains were as thick as an adult's arms.

"It was a big dream, but you couldn't cut me off in the dream after all..." The old man sat back on the ground, neither happy nor sad, but with a hint of pride, and murmured to himself:

"I want to sleep forever, please go..."

His fingertips trembled, and three sword energy roared out, rushing out of the stone house and flying through the sword tomb.

Then, the old man slowly closed his eyes, and there was no movement at all. He was neither dead nor asleep.

The sound of swords in the Sword Tomb Mountains disappeared. Some of the strong men looking at the stone house sighed, some still respected them, and some held resentment...

They watched the three rays of sword energy sweep towards the deepest part of the sword tomb. They knew that the sword master had just woken up and left the seclusion, issued the order, and then fell asleep again. He did not know who he was fighting with.

Deep in the Sword Tomb, someone has an order.
Chapter completed!