Kapitel 488: Chapter 488: True Self
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The world collapsed into endless fragments and plunged into the abyss.
Amidst the shattered memories, Zeng Yi stared at the fragments that flickered with scenes from the past, his eyes filled with confusion.
What happened to me?
He searched his memories within these fragments, trying to recall.
Zeng Yi remembered. The memory fragments began to connect, forming a complete picture that recorded everything he had experienced.
He fell for the plot of the Evil Spirit Master Cult, trapped in their scheme. The immense negative energy caused him to lose himself and turn into a terrifying demon.
And then...
Yes!
He met his old friends, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong!
He even severely injured them!
Zeng Yi widened his eyes in disbelief.
In that moment, he remembered that day when snowflakes fell on the broken earth. Ning Rongrong held the unconscious Zhu Zhuqing in her arms, looking at him with despair in her teary eyes, crying helplessly.
Why did this happen?
Zeng Yi looked at his own hands in confusion, realizing that he had almost killed his friends!
After that, in his out-of-control state, he wandered into an unfamiliar icy world.
There, he encountered three terrifying Spirit Beasts, all with cultivations surpassing 100,000 years and the strongest one even reaching 690,000 years!
Such cultivation realm, such power, made them the strongest beings in the world.
He fought against one of these terrifying Spirit Beasts.
But in the face of absolute power, he was defeated! He lost!
After that, there were no more memories.
Did I die?
No, I didn't die!
Zeng Yi received another set of memories.
For some unknown reason, he arrived in a place called Eastern Continent and was saved by a young man who then allowed him to stay in his home.
Eastern Continent was a place where most people awakened sword type Martial Spirits due to their flourishing sword techniques and various sword dojos. It was a continent devoted to the way of the sword.
What's even more surprising was that he had lost his memories.
But Zeng Yi understood this reason. After all, he was seriously injured and had this other consciousness, another persona, competing for control of his body.
So, in a near-death state, his body and mind naturally protected themselves by shutting down.
But now, with his recovery, Zeng Yi quickly analyzed what kind of place Eastern Continent was based on his experience and understanding.
Eastern Continent didn't appear in the original Douluo Continent story.
However, this world was vast, and in the original story, Tang San was the protagonist, so the plot unfolded from his perspective, only showing Tang San's journey of growth.
There were still many mysterious places in this vast world.
For example, the icy world he stumbled into with that terrifying Spirit Beast. Even the Martial Spirit Temple on the Douluo Continent would have avoided crossing paths with such a formidable existence.
And Eastern Continent, where everyone was a Spirit Master, especially those with sword-type Martial Spirits. The holy place revered and admired by all was the Sword God Palace.
Based on this information, it was obvious that Eastern Continent was a land similar to the Sea God Island, a place devoted to the worship and inheritance of a deity.
He had accidentally come to such a place!
The deity worshipped here was undoubtedly the Sword God, a divine being from the heavens and the divine realm!
Moreover, from the known information, the power of the force that worshipped the deity in this place, the Sword God Palace, was terrifyingly strong!
Under the command of the Sword God Palace, there were 9 Sword Saints with cultivations above rank 95, which surpassed the power of a Super Douluo!
Such power, if placed in the Douluo Continent, would be an extremely formidable force!
And Zeng Yi believed that there must be Sword Saints with peak rank 99, possessing the strength of a peak-level Super Douluo!
With such powerful individuals in the place of worship, how strong was the deity, the Sword God, after all?
But what's my situation now?
During the Spirit Blossom Festival, Zeng Yi couldn't suppress his evil ego and left on his own.
Then he encountered a mysterious old man who claimed to be able to help him.
Following the old man, he arrived deep in the mountains.
And then, the ritual!
After drinking the old man's clear wine, he fell into a deep sleep, just like now.
Zeng Yi regained his memories, but he couldn't wake up.
He was tricked!
Zeng Yi understood his current situation very well, given his strength and cultivation level.
His consciousness was sinking into the abyss, gradually being consumed and disappearing within his collapsing mental world.
If that happened, he would truly die, with even his soul being completely devoured!
What should I do?
Is there only one way out?
Zeng Yi pondered, but couldn't find any solutions. He couldn't do anything except let his body continue to fall into this endless abyss.
Am I going to die?
He was overcome by drowsiness and couldn't help but want to close his eyes.
That's it.
Gradually, the despair overwhelmed him. Zeng Yi almost gave up resisting, closing his eyes. At that moment, the world became quiet, with no noise but himself, alone in this dark and lonely world, falling into a deep sleep.
"No dying allowed!"
Suddenly, a voice exploded in Zeng Yi's mind, causing him to immediately open his eyes.
You must live! Become stronger!
Zeng Yi was stunned. It was the system's voice!
That damn thing was still bothering him!
Damn it! If I'm not allowed to die, then hurry up and help me! Bastard!
Zeng Yi cursed in his mind.
In the pitch-black space, Zeng Yi, who was constantly falling, saw a faint beam of light ahead.
It was like a glimmer of hope cutting through the darkness, signaling the approach of dawn.
Instinctively, Zeng Yi reached out his hand to grab that beam of light.
The light was within reach, and he opened his hand, grasping it.
In the cold space, feeling the tiny ray of light, the world changed in an instant.
The darkness began to recede like ebbing tide.
In that moment, the scene that unfolded before Zeng Yi shocked him greatly.
It was a sacred, majestic palace.
On the high platform, there was an ancient stone inserted, resembling a sword shape.
From a distance, it seemed to barely resemble a sword.
But this seemingly ordinary stone sword without a sword emanated terrifying sword intent. Its sharpness could pierce through the sky!
Beneath the stone sword stood a figure, dressed in green clothes, with their back facing Zeng Yi.
Zeng Yi was taken aback, puzzled as to why such a scene appeared.
Even though the person's clothes were loose, Zeng Yi could still tell that it was a woman.
Her smooth and snowy-white hair was tied into a straight ponytail, reaching her waist, but he couldn't see her face.
She stood silently there, seemingly integrated with the palace, as if not truly present, appearing transparent.
If one didn't look carefully, they wouldn't notice her presence.
"Who's there?"
Zeng Yi couldn't help but ask, but then he couldn't help but find it ridiculous.
This should just be a projection, a non-existent scene. How could the other person hear his voice?
But in the next moment, everything that happened left Zeng Yi with his mouth agape and his eyes widened.
Before him, in the palace, beneath the stone sword, the mysterious woman who had her back facing him seemed to have heard his voice and slowly turned around.
When he saw her complete face, Zeng Yi was stunned.
Beautiful!
Her face was incredibly beautiful, like a heavenly painting, flawless and unique!
However, Zeng Yi didn't focus on her appearance.
What truly caught his attention was her expression.
Her cold and emotionless face, her empty and lifeless eyes, her smooth white hair gently fluttering.
Although this face was astonishingly beautiful, this expression and state seemed to have endured countless trials and tribulations, weathered a world of change.
Like an elderly person who had experienced the passage of time.
But when her eyes met his gaze, those lifeless eyes devoid of hope regained color.
Then they turned sharp, like a razor-sharp sword, piercing through Zeng Yi's soul.
In that moment, Zeng Yi felt his soul couldn't bear it anymore, crumbling!
Who is it?
Zeng Yi, filled with confusion, the world shattered!
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Eastern Continent, somewhere far away.
Under the domeless palace, the white-haired woman stood beneath the stone sword, raising her head to look at the starry sky.
In that radiant starry sky, a shooting star with a beautiful tail streaked across the horizon.
"I finally waited for you."
This gentle sigh was for a thousand years.
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Where's Lang Ge?
Worried, Mo Xiao ran through the streets, following his sister Mo Xin's instructions to hurry back home and find Zeng Yi, but he couldn't find any trace of him.
Could it be that he left alone?
Thinking of his sister's anxious expression, Mo Xiao speculated that this matter was definitely not simple; otherwise, Mo Xin wouldn't show such emotions.
He had to inform his sister about this news as soon as possible.
But just as he was running back to the sacrificial gathering, suddenly, he couldn't help but stop in his tracks.
Boom, boom, boom~
Countless sparks burst into the night sky, blossoming into beautiful fireworks.
Mo Xiao stood still, involuntarily looking up, his eyes staring blankly at the beautiful fireworks blooming in the night sky.
So beautiful! I wonder if Lang Ge is also somewhere, watching this beautiful sight.
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Evil spirit Zeng Yi, disguised as Zeng Yi, brandishing a sword in his hand, laughed wildly on his face. He swung the sword towards the seated Zeng Yi in the river, aiming for a decapitating strike.
As long as he killed him, he could take over this person's identity and possess this power, then nothing in the world could restrain him!
Even the Sword God Palace's enforcers!
"Die!"
He seemed to see his sword splitting this person into two halves.
But in the next moment, he froze.
The scene wasn't as he imagined.
The long sword was blocked by something.
"How is this possible!"
His eyes widened in disbelief as if he witnessed something unimaginable.
Zeng Yi was still seated in the river without any movement.
However, the flowing river water seemed to be guided by some invisible force. A gigantic arm made of water condensed in the river's flow tightly gripped a sword formed from the water, blocking it from Zeng Yi.
The seemingly gentle stream of water appeared as solid as steel now!
And in this frozen scene, someone moved.
The Zeng Yi sitting in the river, seemingly devoid of any vitality, opened his eyes at this moment.
As his eyelids lifted, a fierce sword intent permeated the surrounding space, a terrifying sharpness bearing the semblance of a divine sword being unsheathed.
"Want to become me? Heh~"
"Do you have what it takes?"
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