"Why has it stopped... The Demon Sword isn’t broken yet?"

Ning Xunqiu gazed at the Celestial Derivation Volume, bewildered to find the text no longer appearing.

It’s known that the Golden Life "???" spans billions of years, and the Celestial Derivation Volume should be unaffected by "time." As long as there’s life, one can glimpse the outline of a life.

Although the Sword Holder Liu Xiu has died, the Demon Sword remains intact, indicating it might not truly be the end yet?

At this moment.

Ding dong.

[Congratulations, your tumultuous life has been rated as a White Life "Black Sword": You are a miracle born from the "special soul of the transmigrator" in the Dark Star Realm, yet your brilliance was hidden under dust, abandoned by people.

You were originally a mere firewood stick, an unnamed sword, but owing to Liu Xiu’s legendary story, you became famous overnight.

You were given a resounding name—Black Sword.

People speculate you harbor significant secrets, and indeed, these guesses are not unfounded.

Reward received—Top-grade Mortal Artifact Black Sword (available for claim)]

Upon hearing the prompt.

Ning Xunqiu paused for a moment.

"Claim the reward."

Swish!

A black sword suddenly stabbed into the ground.

Ning Xunqiu walked forward adeptly, gripping the dark black sword hilt, immediately the memory from the "Dark Star Realm" surged into his mind.

Within the Black Sword, not only were Ning Wushuang’s empathetic memories.

He could also coldly observe, from a bystander’s perspective, Liu Xiu’s mundane life flash by: childhood sword practice, joining the army for his father’s sake, defending the nation, amidst raging war, slaughter, serious injuries, getting a lame leg, getting married, having children.

Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, full of hope for the future, finally falling into endless despair.

World froze as Liu Xiu exhausted his vital energy and spirit swinging the "True Intent·Ant Sword."

A breeze blew past, and everything turned to dust.

In a trance, Ning Xunqiu seemed to realize something.

His Primordial Spirit quickly expanded, ten years of Dao Practice, twenty years of Dao Practice, thirty years of Dao Practice, finally stopping at one hundred years of Dao Practice.

Spiritual Acupoint Heaven and Earth, Primordial Spirit expanded, Great Sun shone, jointly supporting a larger world.

Seven days later.

"Whew."

Ning Xunqiu opened his eyes, released his hands from the Black Sword, and exhaled a long breath of muddy Qi.

"Such cultivation, truly wondrous."

"Each Demon Sword Life is akin to a reincarnation through tribulations for me..."

He felt the change in his own Dao Practice.

Suddenly.

He recalled how in a past life, figures like the Jade Emperor and Buddha would casually reincarnate a strand of mixed thoughts, then return after tribulations; this is their way of cultivation.

Experiencing all facets of life, enduring myriad tribulations to become sanctified, and enjoy the eternal Dao Fruit.

While those Great Divine Power Users in Qingxu Realm, in endless years, how many thoughts have they reincarnated into flower, bird, insect, grass, human, demon, ghost, immortal to experience how many lives?

Returning after tribulations, what level of Dao Practice might they reach?

Simply unimaginable...

With this in mind, Ning Xunqiu couldn’t help but feel immense fear.

Ning Xunqiu finally got a glimpse of the power of the "Ancestral Dragon," realizing that within eight hundred years, raising reality to such a height is almost impossible.

It seems, aside from attempting to perish together with the Ancestral Dragon using the "Sword of Chaos," there are no better strategies.

The deep despair within the Black Sword infected him.

Foreseeing the future, exhausting all efforts yet unable to change, just waiting for death to slowly arrive, that sense of powerlessness is what true despair is.

Boom!

Spiritual Acupoint Heaven and Earth began to shake violently, Ning Xunqiu’s Primordial Spirit flickered bright and dark.

This is "Dao Heart" instability.

"I, this is deviation... No, in these short eight hundred years, I don’t need to be stronger than Ancestral Dragon; there must be other ways."

Ning Xunqiu closed his eyes, looked up.

Seeing Taiping Lake where Big White and Xiao Qing, Flame Sparrow chase-play, Yiya sat atop a flower contemplating with furrowed brows, his junior sister hugged the Spirit Pearl diligently cultivating, Ah Qing practiced sword, the grassland filled with quietly grazing sheep.

Breeze, white cloud.

All this.

Gradually calmed Ning Xunqiu’s heart, he fondly lingered on his junior sister, stabilizing his Dao Heart.

He took a deep breath, organized his thoughts, looked at Fortune: twenty-one~seventy-one.

Put pen to paper, attempting to rewrite the Demon Sword.

[After being picked up by Liu Xiu, he realized the sword was extraordinary, and promptly returned it to his grandson Liu Wei.]

[Use one point of Fortune to rewrite this part of life?]

"Rewrite."

[This is the Dark Star Realm’s predetermined reality, cannot be rewritten.]

"I can only continue writing, not rewrite..."

Ning Xunqiu wasn’t surprised by the attempt: "It turns out the "Demon Sword" is indeed the protagonist of the Dark Star Realm..."

He was about to continue writing the Demon Sword, paused, thought to himself:

"The insight from the Demon Sword, although can quickly enhance Dao Practice, isn’t entirely without impact on me... Let’s hold off for now."

Ning Xunqiu turned back to Qingxu Realm’s Red Life "War God," organized his thoughts.

"Orthodox Taixuan Dao, Emperor Qian, True Monarch, Divine Land Human Race surprisingly all concede to the Dragon Race overwhelming the Nineteen Continents. I don’t believe the loss of the Nineteen Continents won’t damage the Orthodox Dao Lineage, Divine Dynasty Fortune rooted here."

"Concerning Heaven and Earth Fortune, Dao Lineage, whenever there’s a one-tenth chance... it’s still worth going all out."

"In other words, they have less than one-tenth chance against the Dragon Race if they unite?"

Ning Xunqiu recognized this point, raising the terror of the Dragon Race in his heart.

"Three hundred years later, the Dragon Race massacred the Four Seas Human Race, then hibernated for five hundred years, finally the Sea-covering True Monarch perished; the situation in other continents is likely similar."

"What happened during that time..."

Ning Xunqiu recalled the details of the previous lives in the Celestial Derivation Volume.

"I slew the Linyuan Water Palace Dragon Monarch, well-known to all. Given the Dragon Race’s tyrannical nature, East Sea Dragon King could actually endure the grief of son’s murder, Ancestral Dragon didn’t immediately punish me, peculiar."

"During that time, they must have been occupied with some more urgent matters."

"What exactly was it?"

Ning Xunqiu muttered to himself, suddenly a flash of inspiration crossed his mind, he recalled the news initially brought back by the "Zizhu Demon Master."

"Dragon Palace collaborated with Star Sea, twelve True Immortals laid down the [Nine Dragon Divine Fire Array], aiming to refine the Three Immortals of Jade Sky..."

"Turns out they’ve been busy refining the Three Immortals of Jade Sky all along!!"

Ning Xunqiu’s eyes shone bright, grasping the key to breaking the situation, directly picking up the pen.

[I devoted myself to cultivation on Purple Bamboo Mountain, broke through to Furnace Lord, quietly left Purple Bamboo Mountain, heading towards Jade Sky Immortal Island.]

[Use ten points of Fortune to rewrite this part of life?]

"Rewrite."

...

[I immersed myself in rigorous cultivation, having no time to interact with one person and five demons of Purple Bamboo Mountain, thus we seven didn’t become close friends, merely acquaintances.]

[Thirty years later, I breakthrough to Furnace Lord, along with Supreme Divine Weapon, sufficient to rival ordinary True Immortal of attainment, I quickly went to Jade Sky Immortal Island to inquire the situation.]

[I arrived at waters surrounding Jade Sky Immortal Island, surrounded by a "Resplendent Galaxy," it seemed the island was peaceful and calm, countless True Cultivators coming from the clouds.]

[At this point in time, the Dragon Race had yet to act.]

[I stopped a cloud-driving Daoist, saying I’m North Sea Loose Cultivator·Qingyun Daoist. He glanced, "Go, go, where does a century’s little cultivator come from, yet vainly hopes to attend Immortal Venerable’s teachings."]

[Helplessly, I brought out Spiritual Weapon Chaotic Heaven Silk, and engaged in a friendly conversation.]

[The cloud-driving Daoist took out his "Jade Sky Immortal Talisman" and willingly gifted it to me.]

...