Chapter 1333: Yan Chun Returns

Jiang Wang felt as though he had journeyed for a very long time.Advancing alone through a deep and shadowy night,traversing miles untold and uncountable.Before him, no road's end; behind, no path of return.Without, the heavens and earth unknown; within, no heed of past enmities or kindnesses.To the left, no fellow traveler seen; to the right, no one journeying against the flow.This feeling…Like a feather adrift on the sea, like a scale exposed on the shore.Unknowing, unfelt, without reliance or support. East and West indistinguishable, North and South unclear.Jiang Wang had always been a resolute person, knowing what he must do, and how he should advance.Regardless of the predicament faced, he would hack through thorns and brambles, pressing ever onward with courage.But now, he could not even discern if he was "advancing".He was merely walking, constantly walking.But he knew not how long he had walked, nor how far.He reached out but could not grasp his sword, nor could he even sense his own hand.When he realized he could not feel his own hand, he then discoveredthat he could no longer be certain if he was walking.He knew not when this sensation had begun.He possessed only this single thought—Continue walking.With this solitary thought, he had completely lost the perception of "himself".Not the confusion of the five senses being veiled, but as if all perceptions, including the five senses,had ceased to exist.Hopeless traversal is the most arduous; the greatest fear arises from the unknown.And this solitude, with heaven and earth all dark, this world devoid of light,like a tide, like a sea, nearly drowned him.Every breath brought forth a thought of collapse, and thus his spirit gradually dissipated.Like a tall mountain, continuously shedding stones and collapsing earth, thus gradually "thinning".Withered grass kills the autumn scene, tiny ants destroy the long embankment.

"Little friend Jiang?"In a trance, he seemed to hear a voice, a lingering echo in the deep night.It was an extremely faint but extremely long voice, originally faint and hard to find in the dark night.But irrespective of the speaker...The voice itself advanced with extreme stubbornness,like a devout follower prostrating three times with each step towards the sacred mountain to worship a deity,and thus was finally "heard".Though the world was empty, once the voice appeared, it immediately arrived.This is called "Ten thousand voices coming to court".This voice awakened his ears, or in a state of complete lack of perception, reminded him of the existence of hearing.In any case, hearing was the first to appear, and the world of sound gained its outline...The information brought by the voice itselfenriched what was known through feedback.And so, all perceptions gradually recovered.The tide of solitude receded.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes and saw a familiar old face...He reached out to grasp his sword.

"Are you feeling better?"Yu Beidou looked over with a face full of concern, naturally pressed down on his hand, and began to take his pulse."Your injuries are very severe."At this moment, Yu Beidou's hair was like silver threads, his face had a jade-like radiance;all his previous disheveled appearance was gone. But his brow was tightly furrowed."Your heart is completely shattered. How could you be so careless?"His tone contained both sternness and a hint of warmth, blame with a touch of care.Jiang Wang had a strong urge to spit on him, but for a moment, he found it difficult to recallthe source of his "very unpleasant" feeling.His body had just awakened from that state of nothingness; the processing of information was not so timely.Immediately thereafter, he felt threads and strands of warm powerfalling into his body through Yu Beidou's hand, like falling rain.He looked within and naturally saw a cluster of scattered heart fragments gathered together, on the verge of collapse.Immediately after, he remembered his injuries.Like a fish returning to the sea.All his memories quickly revived.He observed his heart and saw threads of starlight like falling rain,weaving back and forth within the heart fragments... actually "knitting" them together slowly!This was an extremely mystical process. The threads of starlight moved from one heart fragment to another;the two heart fragments actually fused together, and the threads of starlight also vanished...Knitting the heart as one knits a garment.The threads of starlight, like rain, disappeared one by one, and this heart,which had been shattered, slowly revived until it beat strongly and powerfully.Thump-thump, thump-thump.Integrating the flow of blood, providing strength to the already stiff limbs and body.With the recovery of the heart's origin, all things were born anew.Jiang Wang felt the power surging within his body once again and also felt this world anew.

"I'll help you reattach your leg too." Yu Beidou said with great concern,"Did you preserve your severed leg?""It's in my storage box." Jiang Wang replied."Give it to me." Yu Beidou said warmly.Jiang Wang took out the severed leg from his storage box. Yu Beidou took it with his hand,and without another word, pressed it directly onto the wound of his severed leg.Pressing the severed limb against the wound had an intense feeling like weapons clashing.The sudden pain caused Jiang Wang's brow to twitch, but in the next moment,a warm sensation replaced the pain. The scene of the heart's repair replayed,and in a short while, the severed leg was as good as new.

"Come, give me your ear too. I'll help you heal it properly." Yu Beidou said again.Jiang Wang complied and instinctively said, "Thank you."As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt something was amiss...Why did my leg get broken anyway?

"No need to be so polite. We are friends despite the age difference; friends help each other." Yu Beai said casually.He continued to work as before, reattaching his severed ear.His heart, severed leg, and severed ear were restored in turn.Other hidden injuries accumulated in his body gradually dissipated.Jiang Wang's five senses also became increasingly clear.The feeling of being "complete" was so wonderful.It made him almost want to get up immediately and perform a set of sword techniques.And so, his eyes involuntarily fixed on Yu Beidou's throat.

"Feeling better?" Yu Beidou smiled cordially."Young people should take care of their bodies. Don't be too impulsive. Being impulsive can easily lead to trouble, understand?"Jiang Wang thought for a while in silence, then shifted his gaze and began to observe his surroundings.He found that he was likely still in the previous cave, but the cave at this time was vastly different.The stone pillars, blood demons, and blood stream had all disappeared.There was actually a hole in the cave ceiling,piercing through the immeasurably high cliff and letting in distant heavenly light.The entire Duan Hun Gorge had been pierced through by some force!Jiang Wang sat up from the ground, while Yu Beidou was squatting beside him, his robe dragging on the ground.He did not look at Yu Beidou, but stared blankly at the hole.This hole was only the size of a baby's fist, and the walls of the hole were so smooth there was not a single undulation.There was no sword qi, no sword marks.But Jiang Wang still had a very strong feeling—this was the result of a sword piercing through the mountain cliff!

"Isn't it terrifying?" Yu Beidou, squatting beside him, also looked up at the hole letting in heavenly light,and suddenly spoke.He seemed to be able to completely guess what Jiang Wang was thinking and confirmed Jiang Wang's idea.This hole was created by a sword.

"Who left it behind?"Jiang Wang realized that after Yu Beidou's palm descended and he fell into that state of nothingness,some astonishing change had occurred in the cave.But having asked the question, he immediately and cautiously added, "Is it convenient for me to know?"

Yu Beidou did not answer this question but looked at the hole letting in heavenly light and sighed to himself,"Forgetfulness of self and object, unity of Heaven and Man... How could the Three Supreme Swords of Flying Sword from that eranot be terrifying?"The Three Supreme Swords of Flying Sword!?Jiang Wang's heart was shaken; for a moment, he was lost in thought.Yu Beidou turned to him and asked, "Do you know?"

"I have heard of them." Jiang Wang quickly composed himself and said,"I heard they are the three strongest sword arts that dominated the Flying Sword era,collectively known as the Three Supreme Swords. But I do not know which three they are?"Yu Beidou's tone was filled with emotion, as if recalling the past, as if filled with sadness:"One is called, The Only Sword Dao. In the heavens and on earth, I am the only one supreme.One is called, The Selfless Sword Dao, without self, thus invincible.One is called, The Forgetful Sword Dao. Forgetfulness of self and object, unity of Heaven and Man!"He looked at the small hole in the ceiling of the cave once again, his voice still lingering with fear—"What you see now is the result of a flying sword strike from the foremost of the Nine Great Human Demons, the Forgetful Human Demon, Yan Chunhui!"