Final Chapter: Above the Clouds

It was like a dreamless sleep, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed like a lifetime ago.

Wang Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no sharp gaze that once pierced through the darkness before his eyes , only the snow-white ceiling reflected in his eyes.

My breathing quickened unconsciously.

He subconsciously sensed the Six Swords in his storage ring.

In order to survive in the world of cultivation and travel through the tomb of the Demon Emperor, in addition to his own uniqueness, the Six Paths Sword and inheritance are Wang Chen’s greatest reliance.

Genelec's communication was fruitless, bringing a feeling of temporary blindness.

It’s not because he can’t communicate with the Six Paths Sword, but because he has no way to communicate with the true power.

Step by step, he cultivated from condensing Qi to an incomparably powerful aura.

I looked inward instinctively, but there was no response.

Staring blankly at the ceiling, Wang Chen suddenly sat up.

The milky white spiritual stone, the rotten beams, and the gem-blue sky that would not appear in his memory if he had never seen it, had never confused him as much as the whiteness before his eyes.

Even his thoughts seemed to have gone blank in an instant.

"This is... my home?"

There is only one home. No matter you are practicing hard or struggling to survive, it is the place that always comes to your mind unconsciously.

Eyes began to wander.

White T-shirts are neatly stacked on the table, and the desk is clean and tidy.

A guitar is placed against the wall.

It was as if everything had returned to normal except for the long hair that she had long been accustomed to and the simple ring on her finger.

The breeze that blew in from the window was slightly warm and carried the scent .

That's the taste of summer.

Many years of training on the brink of life and death, the sword of the god that remained at the end of the memory, and the girl with purple eyes, all seemed like a dream.

A very long dream.

Outside the window, there are tall buildings and dim lights.

Standing in front of the window, Wang Chen stared blankly.

The first ten years of my life, and those unforgettable events, are like memories deeply engraved in my mind, gradually overlapping.

He found the Taoist fruit in Huangpo Village, but met Li Tiannan in a bloody storm and almost died.

Shui Yunyao's scheming and Qi Tian's pursuit were like a leech to his bones.

It was from that moment that Wang Chen began to frantically pursue greater power, and like a desperado, he recklessly seized any opportunity that might improve his strength.

Fighting for life with Young Master Shi Yu in the underground tomb to break the unsolvable situation set by the Millennium Corpse King.

Famous in Qiankun Sword Sect, Yi Qianxing avenges the murder of his master...

Qian Hua, Zhuang Youyou, Su Lingxiang...

Everything is just like at this moment, before my eyes, the dome is passing by like smoke.

After a while, he looked up at the sky.

His hands just hung there, fingers forming sword gestures.

"Raise your sword."

His lips trembled slightly.

The voice was very low, so low that only he could hear it.

The silence is so quiet that it reaches the eardrums.

But except for the gentle breeze blowing on my face.

Nothing.