Longevity starts with learning.

Chapter 1135 Inexplicable familiarity

In the void and chaos, the "person" Yubing has disappeared without a trace.

Only a spiritual sword remained, hanging alone in the chaotic void.

The spirit sword is about three feet long and silver-white in color. The edge of the sword is cold and sharp, with overlapping phantoms.

If you look closely, it is not difficult to notice that the total number of these phantoms is exactly nine.

Each shadow seemed to have a reincarnation. At first glance, it seemed that a huge amount of information was flashing, but upon closer inspection, there was only the magnificent power that was enough to make people tremble...

At this moment, in Chu Mu's perception, the breath of the imperial soldiers still existed, but the true spirit belonging to the imperial soldiers had disappeared without a trace.

And the God's perspective that he originally placed on the soldiers, without a doubt, also fell on this transformed Xuantian Spirit Sword.

Above the eighth-rank Xuantian treasure, Chu Mu was even a little hesitant to confirm whether this spiritual sword was the legendary ninth-rank treasure.

After all, just a little bit of leaked aura made him feel an indescribable sense of fatal threat while in this special illusory state.

It was as if this spiritual sword could transcend the boundary between reality and illusion and threaten his true self, his true spiritual self hidden deep in the realm of illusion!
In the past, he might have considered such power to be at the ninth level.

But after experiencing the life of a soldier driver and following him to the perfection of the great immortal path, he is only a stone's throw away from the realm of transcending tribulation, and there are many people who have witnessed the great tribulation transcendence.

Now he can be sure that, at least, ordinary tribulation-crossing masters definitely do not possess the magnificent power of this spiritual sword.

In fact, it can be said that there is a world of difference!

Chu Mu looked around and what surprised him was that after the harvest, the existence behind the scenes did not show up.

The magic sword hangs in the silent void, its precious light dimming, yet it cannot conceal its terror.

There is nothing else besides this.

The invisible and intangible wave that was originally descending also disappeared silently at this moment.

In the vast chaos, it seemed that only he, a bystander, and the transformed spiritual sword were left.

Chu Mu tentatively sensed the spirit sword. Under the strange state of possession, his perception of this spirit sword was the same as his previous perception of the imperial weapons.

However, compared with his clear understanding of Yu Bing's strength, he was somewhat restrained by the power of this spiritual sword.

The power beyond his cognition, even if it was laid out before him without any cover, would be a huge temptation for him, but he obviously had to consider whether he could bear this tremendous fortune.

The power of knowledge that exceeds one's cognition is not an opportunity, but a poison that will corrode oneself.

This is what Chu Mu felt at the moment.

With such a great fortune in front of him, he didn't dare to have too much contact with it, and even tried his best to avoid it.

In this way, day after day, time flies.

Fortunately, perhaps because of his unique perspective of possession, or perhaps because of his previous deep-rooted connection with the imperial soldiers.

As time passed, he was able to gradually come into contact with this power beyond his cognition.

Although it was extremely weak, it was undoubtedly a huge leap, and it was enough for him to gradually have a general understanding of this terrifying power.

In fact, as his understanding deepened, through the strange connection with the spiritual sword transformed from the imperial weapon, he vaguely felt that he could already slightly influence this terrifying spiritual sword whose power was enough to destroy the world.

However, the good times did not last long.

As time passed, perhaps because the imperial soldiers that anchored him to this fantasy realm were no longer in name only.

His presence in this fantasy realm gradually became weaker, and he even felt like he was about to be destroyed. The mark of the void, the anchor point between reality and illusion, gradually emerged in his perception.

This also once again confirmed that his existence in this fantasy realm would not last long.

The spiritual sword still exists, hanging in this quiet void.

Chu Mu's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his perception became increasingly weaker.

Faintly, he seemed to feel some changes in this quiet void. The invisible and intangible power that left silently reappeared silently after who knows how many years.

And this time...

Chu Mu forced himself to use spiritual light to keep his mind clear. Looking around, he saw colorful rays of light suddenly appearing at the end of this quiet void.

Then, as if purple air was coming from the east, auspicious clouds and purple air extended like a sky bridge, stretching out from the end of the chaotic void.

In a flash, they arrived at this chaotic void.

And above the Purple Rainbow Bridge, a long white gown also appeared.

The face of the figure in the long gown was difficult to discern, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking Chu Mu's forced peeping.

At this moment, the figure in the long gown slowly raised his hand and grasped the spiritual sword that contained the power to destroy the world.

While looking at it carefully, Chu Mu seemed to be able to feel the figure's satisfaction with this masterpiece.

The figure in white shirt gently stroked the sword. After a moment, he suddenly looked up. Although there was no basis for his action, at this moment, Chu Mu just felt as if they were looking into each other's eyes.

An indescribable feeling of shock surged in Yu Chumu's heart.

But soon, the figure in white disappeared visibly into the void.

The void was silent, the strange vision dissipated, the figure in white shirt disappeared, and the magic sword also disappeared with it.

Only a lingering trace of Chu Mu's soul was still supporting its existence with the blessing of spiritual light.

At this moment, even with the blessing of spiritual light, it is difficult to keep calm with this lingering thought.

Shock and suspicion like an overwhelming sea were already surging in Chu Mu's heart.

Despite the heavy fog, he still felt a special breath at that moment.

This special aura came from the white-shirted figure who was completely unfamiliar to him and the terrifying existence who was planning behind the scenes.

But Chu Mu strangely felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this special aura!

He could be sure that this inexplicable sense of familiarity did not come from the reincarnation of Yu Bing, but it truly came from him, Chu Mu, from the Chu Mu that existed in the real world!

Where does the familiarity come from?
Why did he feel familiar with this unknown, boundlessly terrifying existence?

But at this moment, there was no useful information that could calm the shock and doubt in his heart.

The regret only lasted for a few breaths, and the Taixu mark anchored between illusion and reality suddenly felt an indescribable force.

It was like the might of space, like the reverse flow of time and space, and like the destruction between the intersection of reality and illusion...

In an instant, the last remnant of thoughts that lingered in this quiet void followed the guidance of the traces in the dark and disappeared into this quiet void...

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(End of this chapter)