Within the Pinggu Battlefield.

The river of time was like a rift that continued to expand, eventually rendering the entire world fragmented.

Before being engulfed by everything, Shen Meinan saw Chen Kuang’s figure disappear into the sea of blood.

Then, starting from that point, an endless darkness rapidly spread in a circular shape, turning everything it passed into void.

The entire Fuli Battlefield collapsed in an instant, and everything, whether human or object, appeared like a peeled-off layer.

Below was a brand-new world.

And the surviving prodigies, who did not belong to this layer, began to fall uncontrollably.

As Jiang Yunqing had predicted before, the entire structure of the Pinggu Battlefield had been altered by the Martial Saint’s Dao Realm, and they would fall to the next battlefield.

Shen Meinan had a moment of panic, not for her own safety, but because of Chen Kuang’s disappearance.

She could no longer sense Chen Kuang’s presence!

Even if she extended her Divine Sense with all her strength towards that pitch-black void.

But no matter where she reached, there was always just emptiness.

Suddenly, Shen Meinan felt a strong surge of bitterness and unwillingness in her heart. Before she realized it, tears burst from her eyes, breaking in mid-air with gravity and the wild wind, like a fleeting drizzle.

Just a little bit more!

Just a little bit more... she could have reached that liar...

"Stop."

A soft and calm voice said in her mind: "He’s already gone."

Shen Meinan, her eyes red, said aggrievedly: "I don’t want to!"

The little girl burst out directly: "I don’t want to listen to you anymore! Whether it’s my parents or you, you all just want me to obediently listen! You never cared about what I truly want!"

"I listened to you and went home, took on the ’Mercy’ Dao, and regained my body, just because he said he’d come to find me in three years!"

"I want you to agree to my wedding with him, just for that reason!"

"I originally thought he was killed by the Martial Saint, and I didn’t want to live anymore, so I decided to take your place in the Pinggu Battlefield!"

"But now, now I just reunited with him..."

Shen Meinan cried heartbrokenly: "And now he’s dead again, waaaa waa waa!"

The voice was silent for a while, then said:

"He is not dead."

"Waa waa... eh?" Shen Meinan paused, sniffing twice.

The voice continued faintly: "Just taken away by the Time Dao, but it’s unknown where he’s been taken or if he can come back."

Shen Meinan responded with an "oh," felt awkward about herself earlier, then furrowed her eyebrows angrily and said:

"Isn’t that still life or death unknown!"

The voice said: "Since he survived the Martial Saint, I rather believe... he shouldn’t die that easily."

Shen Meinan suddenly became a bit wary: "Weren’t you very annoyed by him?"

The voice chuckled softly: "Annoyed?"

No... not quite annoyed.

Just wanted to kill him.

Kill this one man who glimpsed her inner secrets.

Now that her ’Dao’ had been inherited by Shen Meinan, the seal set on them since childhood to allow them to become complete individuals began to dissolve, and their Divine Sense connection started to gradually return.

Previously, there was often a vague sense of shared feeling between the two, though not consistently.

Now, this feeling became increasingly evident.

So evident that... when Shen Meinan rushed into Chen Kuang’s arms, Shen Xingzhu could faintly feel that warm solid body close at hand.

Doing this preserved an unparalleled talent for the Shen Family, while also causing Shen Meinan’s intentionally suppressed cultivation to soar. In just three days, it was enough to support Shen Xingzhu in using her body to defeat Jiang Yunqing.

However, the price was that they might not be able to return to their bodies for a long time until their consciousnesses thoroughly merged.

Yet, due to the fifteen years of forced separation, their already developed personalities wouldn’t disappear, as if connecting two separate rooms.

Hearing her laughter, Shen Meinan became even more alarmed:

"You better not like that big liar! He... he is very bad!"

Shen Xingzhu: "..."

So you know he’s bad? But he might be even worse than you think...

She recalled outside the Imperial City, Chen Kuang mercilessly detonated one of the Spirit Platform Mountain’s cultivators, setting an inescapable death trap with the lives of everyone in the world for her.

To be so decisive in killing even his own people...

This kind of thoroughly wicked guy that Shen Meinan protected, like a little hen spreading wings for its chick.

Really strange.

Why would anyone like such a devil? Shen Meinan was naïve to the world, easily deceived, but she wasn’t.

She had seen Chen Kuang’s true face.

Shen Xingzhu said calmly:

"First think about how to get out, he’s not so easy to kill, and also... don’t use my body to cry."

She had hardly shed a few tears in her life, even counting her infancy, probably not as much as Shen Meinan cried in this short while.

"Oh."

Shen Meinan landed on the ground, responded sullenly, wiped her tears forcefully, looked around, and only relaxed when finding no one else present.

Ahead, a new battlefield had already begun fighting...

...

Chen Kuang headed eastward, reaching the foot of Void Mountain in just three days.

The whole of Void Mountain was about three thousand feet high. Though not as lofty as Xunmi Mountain, which is ten thousand feet high, it was still a rare peak on earth.

The towering peak was covered in snow, below which clouds shrouded, jagged gray rocks thrust into the sky, extremely sharp-looking, and exceptionally steep.

Chen Kuang initially thought of flying straight to the mountain top, but halfway up, he felt a vast Sword Will pressing down from the peak!

Dao Realm!

A pure Dao Realm named "Sword"!

Getting closer, he could see the ridge of Void Mountain was filled with broken swords!

Chen Kuang felt that the Killing Sword in his mind was trembling with excitement, not the least bit afraid, but even somewhat eager...

In this Dao Realm, the Killing Sword not only wasn’t suppressed but felt a kind of natural kinship.

If relying on his current cultivation, flying halfway, he would be directly pressed to the ground, forced to walk the rest of the way.

But now, he felt he could fly straight up without any problem.

Nevertheless, since this place was where the Sword Saint passed, Chen Kuang felt he should show enough respect to this senior.

Thus, Chen Kuang still landed halfway, walked step by step to the mountain top.

In this Dao Realm, Chen Kuang felt his understanding of Sword Dao and Sword Will soaring, like being enlightened.

Upon reaching the summit, Chen Kuang felt he had fully mastered the Void-Slaying Sword.

If striking towards the sky now, he was confident he could replicate that swing.

As he regained his senses, he was suddenly stunned.

Because on that mountaintop, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged, covered in snow like a snowman, but his nose was breathing, exhaling hot air into clumps of white mist, clearly still alive.

Chen Kuang was shocked, then suddenly remembered something.

Two thousand three hundred years ago... the Sword Saint hadn’t yet passed away?!

As he was dazed, the middle-aged man opposite suddenly opened his eyes, shook off the snow, revealing his coarse cloth attire, and the sword lying across his knees.

His clothing was extremely simple, but the sword on his knees couldn’t hide its stunning brilliance.

The famed sword, Ta’e.

This middle-aged man was none other than the Sword Saint!

Feeling the gaze from the other, Chen Kuang awkwardly composed himself, cupped his hands, and said:

"It is my audacity. Having long heard the great name of the Sword Saint, I came specifically to visit and seek guidance."

The Sword Saint glanced at him, and his first words left Chen Kuang shaken:

"Your cultivation... the Song of Grass Cutting?"