Chapter 1596: Severing the Past, Reborn Anew

Chapter 1596: Chapter 1596: Severing the Past, Reborn Anew

As Yang Yan mused over his thoughts, their bodies had already descended into the ruins.

At this moment, Lin Zimu closed his eyes tightly, shielding his Spiritual Sense as he walked aimlessly through the ruins.

Strangely, Lin Zimu did not touch anything in the ruins, as if he were walking in another space.

Yang Yan was startled and approached Lin Zimu intending to grab him, but found himself unable to touch him at all.

Just then, an uncharted space suddenly appeared beside Lin Zimu.

Even though that space was also a ruin, a rust-covered iron sword was stuck in its center.

It was like an iron sword from the mortal world.

As Lin Zimu grasped the iron sword, suddenly an earth-shattering Sword Intent erupted from it.

The Sword Intent seemed capable of severing all things, yet it conveyed a sense of sorrow.

Gradually, the Sword Intent coalesced into a bizarre image.

Within the image, a man dressed in a black robe fought desperately under the siege of countless cultivators in the sky.

But below him, in a magnificent palace, a very beautiful woman dressed in white was pierced through her heart by a spear, falling into a pool of blood.

The man saw this scene, and Sword Qi surged from his hand, instantly killing many enemies. He then slowly descended beside the woman.

The woman’s lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but no sound ever came out again.

In that instant, her Spiritual Sense was shattered.

She looked fondly at the man, closed her eyes with tears.

The man looked up to the sky and roared, his Blood Qi roiling, Sword Intent soaring to the heavens, sweeping away numerous foes.

His long hair turned snowy white, his demeanor aged, and tears of blood flowed from his eyes, filled with anger and lament:

"Why, what on earth is the reason? Why incite this senseless war? I’ve had enough of this meaningless battle."

He slowly stood up, picked up the longsword beside him, looked at his myriad enemies before him, and said despondently:

"In this battle, I’ve lost too much, and now I watch helplessly as my wife dies before me. Immortal Emperor, does eternity truly matter so much?"

With sorrow and rage, he struck out with his sword.

The sword strike was ancient and unadorned, without any Sword Qi flying forth, yet not a single enemy in front of him managed to cry out before they were reduced to dust.

However, this sword strike also seemed to exhaust all his strength.

He slowly turned around, cradled his wife, and murmured to himself: "Qing’Er, I’m here to be with you! I’m here to be with you..."

"In this life, I’ve failed you. In the next life, we’ll still be husband and wife. In this life, what does it matter that I became an Immortal Monarch? What use is this endless lifespan without you?!"

After finishing these words, it seemed as though he had lost the last vestige of his strength, and together with his wife, transformed into a rain of light and disappeared from this world, leaving only a longsword behind, wailing mournfully.

And at this moment, the image also dissipated into glittering fragments, slowly fading away, and everything returned to tranquility.

The space around Lin Zimu disappeared, leaving only Lin Zimu standing with the longsword in his hand.

The longsword now shed its plain appearance, becoming sharp and fierce.

Though the longsword lacked excessive ornamentation, its material was exceedingly extraordinary, forged of Void Spirit Immortal Gold.

Weapons crafted from this Immortal Gold can encompass all rules, hiding within the Void during an attack!

Even masters proficient in Space Rules cannot find it once this Immortal Gold dives into the Void.

Lin Zimu stood motionless for a long time, then spoke softly to the longsword: "From now on, you shall be called Dust-Slaying. Sever the past to reclaim a new life!"

"In this life, I will lead you to the pinnacle of this world, where no existence can ever force us to retreat or feel unwilling again."

Buzz—

The longsword trembled slightly, emitting a soft hum as if in celebration.

But at this moment, a stream of light suddenly flew toward the place where Yang Yan and the others were.

Yang Yan’s expression changed slightly, his gaze turned somber.

As the stream of light arrived beside the three, Yang Yan’s heart tightened.

It was none other than the cultivator who once rode a Qilin Beast outside the Immortal Sect.

That cultivator eyed the longsword in Lin Zimu’s hand with a fervent look.

But in an instant, he buried the fervor in his heart.

He chuckled lightly: "Fellow daoists, might you have found a divine sword of mine here?"

"That Divine Sword is one of my cherished possessions, fully forged from Void Spirit Immortal Gold."

Is there truly such shameless people in this world?

Yang Yan only felt a burning anger within his heart.

This person clearly came pursuing the soaring Sword Aura but now dared to shamelessly utter such words upon seeing Dust-Slaying.

And with such an air of pretension, his previous words might lead one to believe this was indeed what he lost.

Before Yang Yan could speak, the hot-tempered Ao Tian couldn’t hold back.

He shouted angrily: "How can you be so shameless? You’ve cultivated for so many years, is it possible that all you’ve lived for is to become a dog? Just because you say this Divine Sword is yours, it’s yours?"

Despite Ao Tian’s outburst, the cultivator was not angered, instead, he sneered: "I am the Young Master of the Howl Race, one of the top ten powerful races in the starry skies. How could I be insulted by the likes of you? No matter, since you found my lost Divine Sword, I’ll cut off your arm as a punishment."

Upon saying this, he drew his longsword and slashed a Sword Aura at Ao Tian.

As Ao Tian was about to react, the longsword in Lin Zimu’s hand moved slightly, releasing a thin ray of light that collided with the Sword Aura.

Both were instantly annihilated in the Void.

Only then did Lin Zimu speak calmly: "You are so unreasonable, yet wish to sever my brother’s arm! In that case, there’s no need for you to remain in this world."

That cultivator, seeing Lin Zimu effortlessly shatter his attack with a single stroke, still sneered contemptuously: "You are good, very good! You are qualified to battle with me, Kong Xiu."

He completely ignored Yang Yan and Ao Tian, as if their existence was merely akin to ants easily crushed in his eyes.

Lin Zimu’s expression remained unchanged as he slashed toward the incoming Kong Xiu.

The strike was like a ghost hidden in the Void, the Void remained unaltered, but this strike carried his Destruction Rule and Space Rule, appearing before Kong Xiu.

Kong Xiu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he slashed with his longsword.

A condensed, domineering Sword Qi collided with Lin Zimu’s Sword Qi.

Boom—

With a loud explosion, the spot where the two collided instantly collapsed.

A slender Sword Qi pierced through the space, slicing Kong Xiu’s arm and landing on Yuanfang’s earth.

Long after, the sound of the explosion reached them, and the distant earth was forcibly torn in half by this Sword Qi.