Pushing open the dusty isolation door, a wave of cold air rushed out.
The scene inside the room appeared before Feng Qi.
This was a room of just over one hundred square meters.
In all four corners, energy crystals were piled up, but since all the energy inside had already been depleted, they had turned into transparent empty shells.
At the center of the room was a shattered ice coffin.
Scattered all around were chunks of ice that still held Zhang Daowen's extreme cold power, not yet fully melted.
It wasn't that Zhang Daowen's ice coffin could last for a thousand years without melting. From the active freezing device beneath the coffin, it was clear this still-operating energy output device was the real reason the ice coffin hadn't melted for so long.
Near the shattered ice were scattered rocks, chunks of soil, and broken pieces of black iron chains.
But Jian Ji was nowhere to be seen.
Seeing this, Feng Qi's expression turned complicated.
Based on what Wei Wei had described in her emails, he had already guessed that Jian Ji breaking free was inevitable.
But deep down, he had still hoped things wouldn't go that far.
Now, the reality in front of him confirmed that Jian Ji had indeed escaped.
Standing before the broken coffin,
under the blood-red moonlight shining on his face, Feng Qi looked up and saw a huge hole above.
Clearly, Jian Ji had escaped through there.
After a brief moment of silence, Feng Qi turned and left Room 1303, heading for the door to Room 1302.
After passing the identity verification, the heavy metal door slid into the wall.
This seemed to be a data processing center. Rows of machines were lined up like bookshelves, humming as they operated. The air conditioning was still running nonstop, keeping the room cool.
After looking around, he walked to a metal cabinet labeled "Pursuit and Tracking".
He reached out and opened the cabinet, revealing a palm-sized device.
At the center of the device was a tiny black orb they had seized from the Lan Pi Clan. The orb was embedded in a black metal casing with a four-inch display screen on top and a red switch below it.
Feng Qi reached in, took out the tracker, and pressed the red button.
The dim screen instantly lit up with distorted static.
After a brief moment, the static cleared, and the screen displayed a spinning radar interface.
Beep, beep!
Urgent electronic beeps sounded, and a red dot appeared on the radar screen.
Feng Qi hadn't expected it to lock onto Jian Ji's location so quickly—less than a minute had passed.
He had originally worried about signal interference.
After all, the signal had to travel across domain fields, and each layer would weaken it drastically. If Jian Ji had already left the Eastern Region, finding him again might have been impossible.
But this surprise came too easily.
[After all, the core tech of this tracker came from the mysterious Lan Pi Clan. The Scarlet Tech Team had only worked on boosting the signal and processing the data. Judging by how skilled the Lan Pi Clan is at finding miracle items, their tech is definitely trustworthy.]
Hearing Narrator's explanation, Feng Qi nodded.
"The Lan Pi Clan's tracking tech, I don't doubt. What I'm curious about is why they never built signal boosters. If they had, they could have searched for miracle items across a much larger range."
[How should I know? Maybe they never unlocked the tech development skill tree.]
Feng Qi was about to respond when a string of numbers appeared on the display, catching his attention.
[Distance to target: <4000 meters (within 100 meters margin of error)]
Seeing that Jian Ji was less than 4000 meters away shocked Feng Qi.
His original plan had been to grab the tracker and contact the Mist Lord.
Then have Old Mist, who could freely travel through space in the future, take him to hunt down Jian Ji.
Back when Jian Ji was sealed, he had been ridiculously strong.
But that was all in the past.
In this era, 1500 years later, Jian Ji wasn't anything special anymore. Compared to a powerhouse like Old Mist, he didn't even rank.
Old Mist could probably capture Jian Ji without lifting a finger.
Maybe even one of Old Mist's subordinates could crush Jian Ji easily.
But Feng Qi hadn't expected Jian Ji to be this close.
It made him think Jian Ji hadn't escaped for long.
[Or maybe he did escape years ago, but he had nowhere to go. In this future world, powerful clans were everywhere. Alone, Jian Ji stood no chance against those who controlled territory and power. So all he could do was hide in this barren place with no spiritual resources, barely hanging on.]
Hearing Narrator's analysis, Feng Qi nodded again.
During Jian Ji's thousand-year slumber, countless races had risen, fighting fiercely for survival and progress.
Back then, Jian Ji had been a major powerhouse.
But now, a thousand years later, he wasn't even worth mentioning. Too many powerful races had emerged—many of which hadn't even arrived in the human world back then.
There were countless forces now that could crush Jian Ji with ease.
So the idea that Jian Ji had nowhere to go wasn't impossible.
But Feng Qi knew one thing for sure—he couldn't beat Jian Ji alone.
He still needed to head to Dawn City and find reinforcements.
He had to wipe out Jian Ji completely, or all the sacrifices made by those who had walked this path with him would be wasted.
Thinking about how Mu Qing had given her life for this, yet her eyes had remained wide open until the end, a sharp pain stabbed Feng Qi's heart.
"Jian Ji must die!"
Walking out of Room 1302, Feng Qi once again entered Room 1303.
Following the upward path Jian Ji had slashed open, he leapt several times in a row and jumped out of the underground.
What appeared before him was a scene of ruins.
The high-rise buildings of Star City had largely collapsed, corroded by time. The once tidy streets were now filled with cracks and rubble.
But this sight was all too familiar to Feng Qi.
In every future dream timeline he had visited, not once had he seen a flourishing Star City.
Looking up at the sky, the blood moon hung high.
In this future dream timeline, it was obvious that Mu Yan had once again lost to Mo. From this, he could deduce that humanity's cultivation system had already collapsed. The only thing left supporting human civilization's combat power was most likely the Rune Enhancement Project that had been planned a long time ago.
At that moment, Feng Qi's gaze was drawn to a half-sliced skyscraper not far away.
The upper half of the building had already collapsed to the ground.
But the slanted cut on the building was incredibly smooth, as if it had been severed in one strike by a sharp force.
Scanning ahead, this wasn't the only building like that.
Besides the buildings, the ground also had similar sword marks, cutting deep into the earth and forming a spreading crack.
Seeing this, Feng Qi felt confused.
Could it be that Jian Ji had fought fiercely with some other life form after breaking free?
But judging from the surrounding environment, he couldn't see any traces of other lifeforms fighting Jian Ji.
All the destroyed buildings and ground only showed sword marks, with no signs of any other force at work.
There were only two possible explanations for this.
Either the opponent had been dodging Jian Ji's attacks the entire time, allowing Jian Ji to leave all these marks without leaving any trace of their own.
Or Jian Ji had been swinging his sword wildly by himself—maybe he had gone insane.
[I agree with your guess. After being tormented for so long in your negative mental hell, Jian Ji might have really gone mad. He could've even split off a negative personality, which would explain this senseless destruction.]
"Who cares, I'm going to kill him either way."
Not wasting more time thinking about it, he decided to set off for Dawn City immediately.
Without Zhang Daowen or any other human forces to help him, relying on his current strength alone to defeat Jian Ji was simply impossible.
And if he wanted to contact Old Mist, he'd have to return to Dawn City.
Because only there was a stable spatial teleportation array connected to Mist City.
Feng Qi started running westward.
To save time, he immediately activated his Blood God talent.
His heartbeat suddenly quickened, and as he ran, his body became covered in blood energy, rapidly growing layers of crimson muscle.
Compared to the Sacrifice Timeline, using his talent here on the Main Timeline felt completely natural.
It was as easy and smooth as breathing.
There was no physical or mental burden at all.
This complete control put Feng Qi in a great mood.
As he ran, his body rapidly grew taller, and his speed increased. His figure soon turned into a streak of blood-colored afterimage.
Not far ahead,
a three-meter-tall, fully red-furred, ape-like domain creature was squatting on the road.
Facing this obstacle, Feng Qi didn't even slow down. Instead, he pushed his legs harder.
The Blood God's power fully activated at this moment.
Behind him, six dark god source gems connected by energy lines appeared, spinning around him.
The appearance of these source gems massively boosted Feng Qi's physical strength.
By the time the ape-like domain creature sensed the danger approaching, Feng Qi was already right in front of it.
Without slowing down at all, he crashed straight through it.
Boom!
The red-furred ape-like domain creature exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
The blood mist quickly chased after Feng Qi, surging into his body and becoming part of his bloodline evolution points.
Feng Qi ran faster and faster.
Whenever ruins or buildings blocked his path, he didn't even bother dodging. He just barreled through them, collapsing one building after another.
From above, Feng Qi's charge left a long trail of dust behind him, creating a spectacular sight.
By smashing through everything in his way, Feng Qi was also venting the pressure in his heart.
While running, he suddenly recalled something Old Mist had once told him.
Old Mist had said that to the weak, the world was full of obstacles, but to the strong, nothing could block their path.
Thinking about it now, it made perfect sense.
When he first arrived in the future dream, he had to constantly stay on guard against nearby domain creatures and other potential dangers. Every step had to be taken carefully, afraid he might fall into some trap.
But now, he didn't even have to worry about the domain beasts lurking in the ruins of Star City.
So what if he ran straight through them? None of those domain beasts were a match for him. Of course, he could charge forward without stopping.
After running for more than ten minutes, a tall building appeared in Feng Qi's view.
He slowed down, approached the building, and leaped upward.
Just as he was about to fall, his right arm pierced the steel-reinforced concrete wall like cutting through tofu. Using his strength, he pushed himself up again.
Switching hands one after another, it took him less than ten seconds to reach the rooftop.
Standing firm, he looked westward, searching for any sign of Little Black.
The timing of Little Black's appearance was unpredictable. It changed with every future dream timeline, but there was still a rough pattern.
Usually, Little Black showed up after he finished reading the emails on the second floor of the Scarlet Secret Base, just as he was about to leave.
But things were different this time.
He had reached the Scarlet Secret Base much faster than before, cutting the time by four or five times.
He still had enough time to make it back to the Star City Shelter area—the same area where Dawn City was located in this future timeline.
Scanning the western horizon, he didn't spot any trace of Little Black.
He spoke up at that moment and asked:
"Ah Bai, do you sense Little Black's presence?"
[Not yet. If it shows up, I'll let you know right away.]
Hearing that, Feng Qi leaped down from the tall building.
The wind howled past his ears as his body smashed heavily into the ground. He didn't even bother to cushion the impact by crouching. His right foot pushed off hard, and he lunged forward.
Not long after he started running, the voice of the narrator sounded in his mind:
[Little brother, an old friend is coming your way. Get ready.]
"Little Black is coming?!" Feng Qi was shocked.
[Not Little Black, another familiar face.]
As the narrator's voice fell, Feng Qi immediately sensed a sharp killing intent rushing in from the north.
He turned his gaze that way and saw a streak of fiery red light speeding toward him, rapidly growing larger in his vision.
Feng Qi instinctively leapt to the side.
Boom!
The spot where he had just stood exploded, sending rubble flying. A fierce sword aura turned into a swirling tornado, expanding rapidly before dispersing after a few seconds.
Steadying himself, Feng Qi looked up.
Hovering in mid-air was the one he was planning to kill—Jian Ji.
But Jian Ji looked nothing like what Feng Qi remembered.
His long, gray-white hair flew wildly. His expression was insane. His pale face was covered in twisted black markings. The left half of his face was torn and bloody, exposing bone and teeth, making him look terrifying.
"It's you… it's you! I can't be wrong. It's you!"
Jian Ji stared at him with hollow eyes, muttering over and over. His cracked lips made him look even more horrifying.
As his words fell, Jian Ji raised the Burning Heaven Sword in his hand and slashed down toward Feng Qi.
At that moment, Feng Qi noticed that the Burning Heaven Sword in Jian Ji's hand had changed. It was no longer purely fiery red but was now covered with black markings.
The Million Sword Spirit Array on Jian Ji's chest was still there, but it too was covered in twisted black patterns.
It looked like something had corrupted it, making it no longer pure.
Jian Ji's transformation genuinely surprised Feng Qi.
Logically, without the support of the enhancement gem, Jian Ji's body shouldn't have been able to handle the Million Sword Spirit Array. Once the Burning Heaven Sword, which carried the enhancement gem, was removed from his body, the array should have detached as well. Otherwise, it would have torn Jian Ji's body apart.
But now, the Million Sword Spirit Array seemed to have fully merged with Jian Ji's body.
Feng Qi had no idea how this had happened.
Maybe after more than a thousand years of sleep, the array had gradually fused with Jian Ji's body. Or maybe something happened after Jian Ji broke free from the seal.
Without thinking too much about it, Feng Qi quickly jumped to dodge.
A flashing sword aura brushed past him, slicing diagonally into the distance, cutting down all the buildings along the way.
Feng Qi felt a sharp pain across his body. The sword aura left shallow cuts on his skin, causing beads of blood to appear.
But these wounds healed almost instantly.
"Hell… despair… kill… you are… my inner demon."
Jian Ji muttered crazily, rapidly closing in on Feng Qi. The Burning Heaven Sword in his hand swung wildly, leaving countless afterimages as it slashed down at him.
Feeling the sword aura grazing him, Feng Qi's scalp tingled. He had no choice but to keep dodging—there was no way he could take those attacks head-on.
By now, he was certain that Jian Ji had completely lost his mind.
Back then, even Taihang nearly had a mental breakdown after just a few hours of torture. Jian Ji's situation was clearly much worse.
After suffering for countless years, his mental state was completely broken.
It now seemed that the black substance covering Jian Ji's body was likely a physical manifestation of negative emotions, sending him into a berserk state.
But strangely, Feng Qi felt like Jian Ji's strength had actually increased compared to before.
[I've scanned Jian Ji's condition. His body is filled with black substance, and his mental sea is in extreme chaos, overwhelmed by countless clouds of negative emotions. You're right—he's completely gone insane. But because of those negative emotions, his sword techniques have changed… In short, he's now a Sword Demon. His swordplay has become more ferocious, his power has increased in every way, but he's lost all rationality.]
Boom!
Feng Qi barely dodged another sword slash, leaving two fresh cuts on his face.
In the midst of danger, Feng Qi shouted:
"Ah Bai, is there any way to survive this?!"
[His obsession is fixated on you as his inner demon. He's clearly sensing your presence and chasing you down. Begging for mercy won't work. Of course, your only option is to run!]
Barely dodging another earth-splitting sword aura, Feng Qi roared:
"How the hell am I supposed to run? My speed isn't nearly enough to escape his pursuit!"
[Emmm… let me think. Right now, you have two possible chances to escape. First, wait for Little Black to arrive. Jian Ji is in a berserk state right now. Once Little Black shows up, if you time it right and shift his focus, you might be able to escape.]
[The second possibility is that Zhang Daowen in Dawn City senses the energy fluctuations here and shows up. With Zhang Daowen's current strength, crushing Jian Ji shouldn't be a problem.]
Hearing the narrator's serious analysis, Feng Qi felt completely helpless.
Both options depended on luck.
But the problem was, he couldn't last much longer against Jian Ji's crazy attacks.
He quickly calculated how long his Blood God state could last—about fifteen minutes.
Once that time was up, he'd be dead for sure.
And that was assuming Jian Ji's power didn't increase any further.
Judging by Jian Ji's frenzied sword strikes, his madness was still escalating, and Feng Qi's pressure kept building.
At that moment, the Million Sword Spirit Array on Jian Ji's chest erupted with dazzling light.
Jian Ji swung the Burning Heaven Sword, sending out two waves of sword aura.
A stream of fiery sword energy surged like a raging flame, distorting the air with scorching heat.
Another wave, pitch-black like thick ink, tore open spatial cracks as it advanced, resembling a ferocious, gaping maw.
Feng Qi managed to dodge the fiery sword aura but was struck by the black sword energy.
His body was blasted backward, and twisted black patterns appeared on his skin, trying to seep into his body.
At that moment, the Purple Soul Mark on his body activated.
Like a lightning dragon coursing along his skin, it devoured all the black substance trying to invade his body.
The instant he landed, Feng Qi ignored his injuries and lunged to the side.
Boom!
The ground beneath him collapsed.
After landing, he leapt several more times, barely dodging the relentless waves of attacks that surged toward him like tidal waves.
Feng Qi glanced down and noticed a sword mark that had pierced straight through his chest.
Fortunately, the Main Timeline body had an incredibly terrifying self-healing ability.
He watched as fresh muscle tissue rapidly grew, weaving together across his chest and closing up the horrific wound in an instant.
But Feng Qi had no time to catch his breath.
Steadying himself, he continued dodging as Jian Ji's ferocious assault came crashing down again.
At this moment, Jian Ji was like a ravenous beast, seeing Feng Qi as nothing more than prey, launching one relentless attack after another.
The only thing Feng Qi felt grateful for was that Jian Ji had lost all reason.
If Jian Ji, with his boosted combat strength, still had the intelligence he once possessed, Feng Qi wouldn't stand a chance.
When fully activated, the Million Sword Spirit Array emitted immense pressure that had once left him completely immobilized in the Sacrifice Timeline.
Just a few charged sword strikes would be fatal, no matter how strong his regeneration was.
The chase continued.
The area of Star City where Feng Qi was located now looked as if it had experienced a massive earthquake. The already ruined landscape was engulfed in dust clouds. Crisscrossing sword energies had shattered the ground into countless fragments.
Feng Qi, scrambling to escape, couldn't think of any way to break free from this deadly situation.
He had considered making a straight dash toward Dawn City, but that would be suicidal.
Jian Ji's sword energy traveled much faster than he could run.
His only option was to keep dodging and weaving to prolong the fight.
But Feng Qi knew this couldn't go on forever. Jian Ji's madness was escalating, and he wouldn't last much longer.
Turning to glance at Jian Ji, he saw the negative energy twisting around his body like grotesque tentacles, and Jian Ji's body showed increasing signs of corrosion.
Feng Qi knew all too well what it felt like to be consumed by negative emotions.
That power could be seen as a key that unlocked the restraints on the body.
In contrast, rationality acted as a shackle.
Neither was inherently better or worse—they each had their strengths and weaknesses.
Rationality allowed one to fight strategically, using intelligence and skill to engage the enemy.
But fighting while wrapped in negative emotions was different. It was like battling on pure instinct and bloodlust.
While it brought complete berserk fury, it also unleashed full combat potential, with wild instinct taking total control.
That's why Jian Ji's strength had skyrocketed, free from the restraints of rational analysis or hesitation.
Feng Qi could sense that Jian Ji was constantly pushing his own limits.
Every sword strike grew more powerful.
Each slash split the earth apart, and the residual sword aura blasted toward Feng Qi, stinging his cheeks like needles.
His own killing intent began to rise.
Realizing that escape was no longer possible, Feng Qi felt a reckless determination ignite in his heart.
His rationality started to slip away.
"Inner demon! Inner demon!"
Jian Ji growled viciously, the Million Sword Spirit Array on his chest swirling like a starry sky, radiating brilliant starlight.
If one zoomed in on those stars, they'd see miniature sword spirits swinging their blades in sync with Jian Ji's movements.
Boom!
A sword energy, like a meteor, smashed into the ground beneath Feng Qi, forcing him to leap high into the air to dodge the incoming blast.
[Uh oh, you're screwed now. You can't double-jump, and you just made yourself a perfect target hanging up there!]
Hearing the narrator's warning, Feng Qi looked up at Jian Ji.
He saw the Burning Heaven Sword in Jian Ji's hand glowing with intertwined fiery red and pitch-black light, spiraling around the blade to form a swirling vortex of sword energy.
"Damn it!"
Sensing danger, Feng Qi took a deep breath, and the blood energy within him boiled instantly.
His right fist shot out like a cannonball, aiming straight at Jian Ji. His left fist followed immediately after the first.
In that instant, countless fist shadows filled the sky, pouring down on Jian Ji like a torrential storm.
At the same time, Jian Ji suddenly swung the Burning Heaven Sword in his hand.
The swirling sword energy of fiery red and pitch-black burst through the barrage of fist shadows with overwhelming force, hurtling toward Feng Qi.
No choice but to risk it all!
Feng Qi's body entered a state of extreme overload as his blood energy erupted.
The six dark god source gems behind him spun at full speed.
This time, his right fist tore through space, letting out a dragon's roar.
A ferocious blood dragon appeared on his body, charging forward with his punch.
Feng Qi had gone all out with this strike.
As the blood dragon clashed with the spiraling sword energy, Jian Ji's crazed voice echoed in Feng Qi's ears:
"Inner demon! Kill, kill, kill!"
In his madness, Jian Ji pointed the sword at Feng Qi once more.
In an instant, the spiraling sword energy surged in power, colliding head-on with the blood dragon.
The blood dragon dissolved like melting ice, disintegrating from head to tail at a speed visible to the naked eye, scattering into a spray of blood light.
The spiraling sword energy closed in on Feng Qi in the blink of an eye.
Overwhelmed by a sense of extreme danger, Feng Qi roared as the six dark god source gems spinning behind him flew to his front as a shield.
Boom!
The spiraling sword energy struck Feng Qi, slamming him into the ground and creating a massive crater.
But the sword energy didn't dissipate. It continued to press down on Feng Qi, unleashing wave after wave of razor-sharp sword aura.
Feng Qi gritted his teeth and held on, the six dark god source gems spinning rapidly in front of him, forming a defensive energy array.
Crack!
A crisp sound echoed as cracks appeared on all six dark god source gems.
Blood seeped from Feng Qi's gums, yet he still stubbornly held on.
At that moment, the spiral sword energy suddenly changed. The pitch-black portion of the sword energy devoured the fiery red portion, causing the black sword energy to swell violently.
The black sword energy began to devour the dark god source gems, spreading through the cracks toward Feng Qi's body.
The Purple Soul Mark activated again.
A purple lightning dragon tried to consume the invading negative energy.
But this time, the dragon's devouring speed couldn't keep up with the endless influx of negative energy.
Feng Qi's flesh felt like it was being soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid, rapidly dissolving.
As his flesh melted away, it revealed Feng Qi's dark gold skeleton.
An overwhelming spiritual pain swept through him, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.
Through the negative energy, Feng Qi felt the darkness deep within Jian Ji's heart.
It was filled with despair, death, struggle, and endless cycles—Jian Ji's consciousness had long since fallen into hell.
He had gazed into the abyss for so long that he had become completely possessed.
The original dominant personality had almost entirely vanished, slowly devoured by the twisted negative personality.
He was no longer the Jian Ji of the past. Just as the narrator had said, he had become a Sword Demon.
The entangling negative energy brought Feng Qi both physical and mental torment.
As the blood god form's flesh completely melted away, Feng Qi was left with nothing but a skeleton. The six blood god source gems shattered at that moment, dissolving into streams of light that merged into his spiritual sea.
With nothing left to block it, the pitch-black sword energy aimed straight for Feng Qi's skeleton.
Despite the terrifying sword energy approaching, Feng Qi refused to give in. He gritted his teeth and swung his right fist.
In the distance, Jian Ji's crazed laughter rang out.
Through the black light that slowly obscured his vision, Feng Qi saw a glimmer of clarity and a trace of relief in Jian Ji's eyes.
"You owe me this… inner demon… I'll cut you down."
[You're screwed, this is really it… you're checking out early.]
The narrator's panicked shout echoed at that moment.
As the black energy engulfed his body, just when Feng Qi thought he was about to die, an elderly voice suddenly rang in his ear.
"I've waited a long time for you. If not for waiting on you, we would have taken him down long ago."
As the old voice fell, a bolt of purple lightning suddenly struck down from the sky, instantly tearing apart the black negative energy wrapped around Feng Qi's body. Arcs of electricity danced over him, devouring all the lingering negative energy.
Feng Qi immediately looked in the direction of the voice.
In the distance, through swirling yellow sand, a line of black shadows slowly emerged from the storm.
At the front was a slim woman, about one point seven meters tall, walking toward him with her arms crossed over a purple long blade. A familiar straw hat rested on her head.
The wind and sand obscured her lowered face, making it impossible to see her features.
At her left was a dignified old man with a head full of white hair and a scruffy beard, his face weathered by time. Arcs of lightning surrounded his arms, clearly identifying him as the one who had unleashed the lightning just now.
Though the years had changed his appearance, Feng Qi recognized him instantly.
It was Lei Ting, the guy who used to flash his butt all the time.
On her right stood another elderly man with white hair, clad in imposing crimson armor. Even though age had withered his appearance, a heroic spirit still radiated from him. His gaze toward Feng Qi was filled with both excitement and nostalgia.
That man was Po Jia.
Alongside the familiar Po Jia and Lei Ting, more and more figures emerged from the darkness.
Among them were towering men over three meters tall with muscular builds wielding giant swords, as well as non-human domain creatures.
But without exception, they all wore the battle robes of the Blade Demon Corps.
At that moment, voices of conversation could be heard:
"Boss You, after all these years, are we finally going to take down this lunatic?"
"So, Boss You Tuan, what exactly have we been waiting for all these years?"
"Hehe, let me at him. I've had enough of this lunatic for a long time."
…
More and more figures emerged behind the woman in the purple robe, forming a long horizontal line.
Ignoring the chatter behind her, the woman at the front kept her head down and continued forward.
Jian Ji, suspended in front of Feng Qi, seemed to sense the threat. Ignoring Feng Qi, he suddenly turned toward the woman at the front, a crazed grin spreading across his face as the Burning Heaven Sword in his hand trembled violently.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!"
Amidst the madness, the Million Sword Spirit Array on Jian Ji's chest suddenly lit up, spinning and releasing brilliant light. Fiery red and pitch-black sword energy ignited along the surface of the Burning Heaven Sword.
After a brief charge, Jian Ji let out a maniacal laugh and slashed out a spiraling sword energy wave toward the woman in the purple robe.
The intertwined fiery red and pitch-black sword energy expanded with the wind, seemingly capable of splitting heaven and earth. As it advanced, it tore open a continuous spatial rift.
Just as the spiraling sword energy was about to strike the woman with the purple long blade, she slowly raised the Demon Blade.
She didn't swing it to meet the attack.
Instead, with an air of contempt, she simply tapped the air with the blade's hilt.
Crack!
A crisp shattering sound echoed.
In Feng Qi's eyes, the space before him fractured into pieces. The spiraling sword energy unleashed by Jian Ji broke apart into several segments in front of the woman, collapsing along with the shattered space and dissipating into nothing.
After doing all this, the woman in the purple robe paid Jian Ji no further attention and slowly sheathed her blade.
At that moment, she took off her straw hat and lifted her head.
The wind lifted her smooth, flowing hair. Her gaze pierced through the swirling sand, as if cutting through the barriers of time itself. Her eyes met Feng Qi's, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a smile:
"Hey!"