Yun Lintian tested the sword's balance. It was completely different from the lightweight blades he preferred—this weapon demanded power, not finesse.
"I'll learn," he promised, eting Zhan Tian's gaze.
The War God grinned. "See that you do. That blade thirsts for worthy foes—don't let it grow bored."
He stepped back, his form beginning to fade again. "Rember, boy—true mastery isn't about the weapon. It's about the will behind it."
As Zhan Tian's body dissolved into crimson motes, his final words lingered in the air:
"Let it drink well."
Then he was gone.
The Eternal Battlefield shuddered—then collapsed like a broken mirror, reality itself folding away.
When the world reford, Yun Lintian found himself standing in an endless white void. Heaven Sunderer's weight in his hands was the only anchor to reality.
Linlin and Qingqing tumbled onto the soft grass beside him, their tiny forms bruised but alive.
"Big Brother Yun!" Qingqing fluttered up imdiately, her tiny hands patting his face. "You're alive!"
Linlin's tail flicked in agitation as she sniffed at the massive greatsword in Yun Lintian's grip. "That thing reeks of death."
Yun Lintian exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of Heaven Sunderer in his hands. The blade pulsed faintly, as if acknowledging his presence. He could sense the terrifying power within it—a weapon that had slain countless gods.
But more than that, he felt the War God's authority now fully integrated into his Divine Core. His body had been reforged in battle, his bones harder than divine steel, his blood coursing with the essence of war itself.
At this mont, Qing Yun slowly erged from the void.
"Congratulations," Qing Yun's eyes flickered to Heaven Sunderer, a knowing smile touching her lips. "Zhan Tian gave you his blade. That is… unexpected."
"He said it would be a waste otherwise," Yun Lintian replied, testing the sword's weight. It was heavy, but not unmanageable.
Qing Yun nodded. "Heaven Sunderer is no ordinary weapon. It has its own will. If it accepts you, then you are truly worthy."
Linlin's ears twitched. "So what now? Big Brother Yun has the War God's power. What's next?"
Yun Lintian frowned as he looked at Qing Yun. "Senior, can you track the Sun God and the others?"
Qing Yun shook her head. "I cannot track them. Nian Shi has hidden them well."
A silence settled between them.
Then, Qing Yun spoke again. "But there is one who might know."
"Who is it?" Yun Lintian asked.
"Kong Xuan. The God of Space."
The na sent a ripple through the air.
Yun Lintian frowned. "And we can trust him?" His golden-flecked eyes narrowed. "How can we be sure he isn't working with Nian Shi?"
Qing Yun's expression turned icy. "There's no chance."
"Why?"
"Because Nian Shi killed his daughter."
The words fell like a blade.
Yun Lintian exhaled slowly. "Please explain."
Qing Yun's eyes darkened with ancient fury. "Three hundred thousand years ago, Kong Xuan had a daughter—Kong Ling. A prodigy who inherited his Space God bloodline. Nian Shi saw her potential and manipulated events so she would die during the breakthrough."
Qing Yun continued, her voice like frozen steel. "Kong Xuan didn't realize it was Nian Shi's doing until centuries later. By then, it was too late. But I've never seen a Primordial God's wrath like his that day. He tore apart seven tilines trying to get to Nian Shi before the other gods restrained him."
Yun Lintian nodded slowly and asked, "Where is he now?"
"He has been locking himself in the Infinite Realm." Qing Yun sighed softly. "I'm afraid it will be difficult to talk to him."
Yun Lintian looked at her and asked curiously, "Could it be that you were one of the people who stopped him back then?"
Qing Yun nodded gently. "Yes. I didn't want to see him destroy himself. After all, no one was Nian Shi's opponent. Moreover, I knew that you would appear."
"Then we'll go to him," Yun Lintian decided. "If he hates Nian Shi as much as you say, he'll help us."
Qing Yun hesitated for only a breath before nodding. With a flick of her wrist, space itself tore open, revealing a swirling vortex of fractured dinsions. The rift pulsed with unstable energy, its edges fraying like torn fabric.
Without another word, she stepped through the rift.
Yun Lintian followed without hesitation, Heaven Sunderer resting across his shoulders. The mont he crossed the threshold, reality twisted—
—and they stood in a realm of endless floating islands, each suspended in a void of swirling starlight. The air humd with spatial energy so dense it made Yun Lintian's skin prickle.
Before they could take another step, a voice like shattering glass echoed through the infinite expanse:
"Qing Yun."
The words carried the weight of collapsing worlds.
"Have you co to mock ? Or have you finally joined Nian Shi's side?"
A figure materialized before them—tall, draped in robes woven from dying stars, his white hair cascading like a waterfall of fractured space. Kong Xuan's eyes burned with galaxies, his pupils shaped like spiraling black holes.
Qing Yun's expression tightened. "Kong Xuan, listen—"
"Silence!" Space itself trembled as Kong Xuan's wrath erupted. Countless spatial blades materialized around them, each capable of severing existence itself. "You stood with them when they held back. You protected that murderer!"
Yun Lintian stepped forward, Heaven Sunderer flashing crimson. "She saved your life."
Kong Xuan's gaze snapped to him. The pressure intensified, threatening to crush Yun Lintian's bones. "And who are you to speak, ant?"
Qingqing raised her little fist as she stood on Yun Lintian's shoulder. "Hey! Who are you calling—"
Yun Lintian silenced her with a glance before eting Kong Xuan's cosmic stare. "Yun Lintian. The one who's going to kill Nian Shi."
A beat of silence.
Then—Kong Xuan laughed. It was a sound like breaking dinsions. "You?" His smile vanished. "Leave. Before I scatter your atoms across a thousand tilines."
Qing Yun finally intervened. "Take a look at the great sword in his hand, Kong Xuan."
Kong Xuan's cosmic eyes flicked to the massive greatsword resting across Yun Lintian's shoulders. His expression darkened instantly.
"Heaven Sunderer." His voice carried the weight of collapsing stars. "Zhan Tian would never part with this blade unless..." A terrible realization flashed across his face. "Has Nian Shi killed him?"
Qing Yun sighed. "You really haven't left this realm for ages, have you?"
Kong Xuan's spatial blades trembled with barely restrained fury. "Explain. Now."
"Zhan Tian isn't dead," Qing Yun said calmly. "He willingly gave Yun Lintian his authority."
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