In the center of the kiloter-deep basin, a sword blade erges.
The blade is a hundred ters long, towering, seemingly ordinary, yet the surrounding space appears twisted, with countless powerful forces intertwining.
A broken sword!
This is the other half of Wufeng.
Various eerie Heavenly Dao Laws guard around it: Broken Heavenly Dao, Headless Heavenly Dao, Handless Heavenly Dao, Suicidal Heavenly Dao, Ten Not Complete One Heavenly Dao...
Each Heavenly Dao power is deadly enough; without protective abilities, approaching would be courting death.
More importantly, around this half of the broken sword, at least ten Ancestral Dao Realm masters are lurking in defense!
It can be said they have given ample respect!
Although for decades, the Human Race master Wufeng has not set foot here to reclaim the broken sword, the Dao Palace remains vigilant.
These Ancestral Dao Realm masters are inherently immortal beings; they’ve stayed here for decades without feeling anything. It’s just like changing places to cultivate, nothing significant.
Everything is as calm as water.
Wu ngqian, an Ancestral Dao Realm master, tasked with guarding the Common Valley’s ancestral artifacts, grew cautious after so ancestral artifacts were lost last ti, and a few Ancestral Dao Realm masters mysteriously vanished.
She now personally patrols the area daily, inspecting all the ancestral artifacts.
"Wufeng’s broken sword, the Human Race’s strongest sword."
Wu ngqian stands atop a distant ancient tree, gazing at the tall sword blade.
Every ti she sees the broken sword, her heart trembles, unable to stop recalling the scene decades ago when the Human Race’s Wufeng wielded the broken sword, sweeping through the Common Valley.
That battle was truly terrifying!
The image of Wufeng, towering over all, still imprints in her mind.
The fierce Sword Qi, a sword shattering the void, all laws returning to silence, Dao extinguishing, magic shattered.
Even though decades have passed, they still dread that sword!
It’s just that until now, the owner of the broken sword has not returned.
"He should be dead."
A young man beside her appears, speaking slowly.
Wu Fengruo, a mid-Ancestral Dao Realm master, like Wu ngqian, responsible for guarding the Common Valley.
Wu ngqian gazes at the sword blade, saying, "Do you really think he died in that battle?"
"Otherwise, he should have co here long ago to reclaim what’s his." Wu Fengruo laughs coldly.
That battle, the reason the Dao Palace could suppress the Human Race’s Wufeng, relied on their powerful ancestral artifacts, using nurous ancestral artifact-sealed Heavenly Dao powers, they suppressed Wufeng, heavily injuring him.
Ordinary Ancestral Dao Realm masters could never survive under such a Heavenly Dao Laws siege.
But Wufeng did.
He escaped.
"I don’t believe he died; after all, only a few decades have passed. Perhaps in a hundred, a thousand years, he might return to kill." Wu ngqian said.
Less than fifty years is just a blink for Ancestral Dao Realm beings who’ve lived thousands, tens of thousands of years.
Decades of ti are insignificant.
She knows well, the joint attack couldn’t truly kill soone so powerful.
If Wufeng isn’t dead, soday, he has the ability to return and kill.
Wu Fengruo snorts coldly.
"He was hit by hundreds of Heavenly Dao powers causing severe injury; even if he survives, it’ll just be struggling to live. He can’t completely remove those Heavenly Dao powers." Wu Fengruo says.
He suddenly turns, staring at Wu ngqian, a hint of hostility in his eyes.
"You seem not to wish for his death?" Wu Fengruo looks at the woman beside him, his brows filled with mockery.
"I didn’t say that."
Wu ngqian responds indifferently.
"But I rember he spared your life back then." Wu Fengruo says coldly.
"He kidnapped , thinking I was still useful to him, wanted to use to probe the Dao Palace’s secrets." Wu ngqian says.
"Really?"
Wu Fengruo sneers, then asks aningfully: "So if you see him again, will you try your best to kill him?"
Wu ngqian’s mind flashes back to that man of yore.
That towering, majestic man, standing tall with one sword, overwhelming all.
He kidnapped her but also spared her.
She still doesn’t understand why.
Yet that man’s image lingered in her mind, refusing to leave.
"I will kill him!"
She banished the man’s image from her mind.
But it was useless.
Whenever she sees that broken sword, it’s like she can see the man nad "Wufeng," free and unrestrained, Sword Intent spanning, awe-inspiring over the Mountains and Rivers.
"I will kill him."
She reiterates, her tone becoming extrely firm.
He is her enemy!
She repeatedly warned herself.
Wu Fengruo smiles faintly: "As long as you understand."
But just then, the surrounding aura suddenly quakes fiercely!
Buzz!
Terror emanates, shattering the clouds above, the vicinity for miles felt heavily influenced by the broken sword.
"What’s going on?" Wu Fengruo frowned, imdiately looking up, seeing the anomalous change in the sword!
"The sword’s aura suddenly beca chaotic?"
Wu ngqian looks at the sword blade, her expression surprised, realizing sothing, her face briefly stunned, "Could it be..."
"Ancestral artifact fragnt trembling, there’s only one reason!"
Wu Fengruo’s gaze suddenly sharpens.
"Wufeng!"
His voice is full of killing intent!
The Wufeng sword blade lay dormant for decades, never moving. Though the blade is a hundred ters long, strictly speaking, it is rely an ancestral artifact fragnt, with all power actually concentrating on the other half.
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