Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 182: Chaos is about to begin
The vibration caused by the Fangyuan Sword has just subsided.

The strange phenomena at the Sword Casting Villa did not stop, but became more and more intense.

As a result, everyone was confused as to whether the changes in Jianqi Forest and Zongheng Tower were caused by Fang Yuan or...

A bold idea almost drove everyone in the Sword-Forging Villa crazy, and the unusual movement in the "Sword-Forging Cave" where the owner Zhu Yong was in seclusion indirectly confirmed this idea.

Ever since Zhu Yong went into seclusion to forge his sword, there has been no change there for ten years, with only the sound of blacksmithing that never stops all day long.

Now the sound of iron forging has disappeared, and the sword-making cave is silent as a mystery. Instead, more and more strange phenomena in the sky and earth are appearing frequently inside and outside the villa.

Even the "Ascension" sword, the foundational sword, showed some movement!

Could it be that the owner of the village is about to leave? !

Is he also carrying a peerless sword? !

Wang Shenlai put away his pen and ink, looking in the direction of the sword-fighting cave with a complicated and unpredictable expression.

He felt both emotional and angry, thinking that his mother had sacrificed her life to save him and awaken him from the burning of the five elements.

Why did you repeat the same mistake after your mother passed away and throw everything into the sword furnace again?

Is sword-making more important to you than anything else? Including the love of your life, your family, the Sword-Making Villa, and even yourself?

……

The "Ascension Sword", as the foundation of the Sword-Forging Villa, could not stop humming, and the iron chains that bound the sword were also stretched straight, as if it wanted to rush to a higher place in the world.

As a result, rumbling sounds were heard from the mountains and the earth where the iron chain was rooted, as if it was no longer able to trap the Ascension Sword and was about to be uprooted and taken away by it.

The ground in Sword Forging City was cracked, and people were in a panic. Countless people did not know the reason and were in chaos for a while.

Yun Yi and Song Xinci also turned their attention from Fang Yuanjian to the villa.

"The three-year deadline is approaching, and I've been having a bad feeling lately." Song Xinci's eyes were filled with melancholy. "During this time, you were busy polishing Fangyuan and healing my injuries, so you neglected a lot of details."

"What details?"

"Many people have come to Sword Forging City at the foot of the mountain. Some of them appear to be from the martial arts world, but are actually cultivators. They must have heard some rumors, so they gathered here secretly."

Yun Yi had indeed not noticed this. He asked in confusion, "Where do they come from?"

Song Xinci said, "I'm not from this era, so how could I possibly recognize them? I just felt that with so many cultivators coming here, they must have some plans for the villa.

"And they were extremely well prepared. In fact, if you think about it carefully, the Tianyi Building that you so easily destroyed might have had the same intention from the beginning."

Yun Yi finally came to his senses from the joy of achieving Fang Yuan. "Master said that the world in the painting can only last for three years. Perhaps there's another meaning, that the things in the painting will disappear after three years. Just like in reality, the whereabouts of the Sword Forging Villa are unknown."

Song Xinci agreed, "It just so happens that your Spiritual Transformation Realm is about to break through, and the Fangyuan Sword has also been reborn."

"But there's still one thing missing to unlock the sword intent within you, and I've searched the Zongheng Tower for the past three years, but haven't found any clues. Senior Sword Servant and Senior Brother Chen have both looked, but they haven't been able to identify its origin either."

"This last sword intent is something neither you nor I have ever heard of. Perhaps my life in this world of paintings is destined to be incomplete."

Yun Yi said solemnly, "There's a strange phenomenon happening at the Sword Forging Villa, and a group of cultivators of unknown origin are gathering in the city. I'm afraid there's going to be a big chaos."

"My cultivation cannot be restored, and I can hardly protect myself, so you have to face this alone."

"I'm afraid that if something goes wrong, Wufeng Mountain won't be safe either."

"Then you don't have to worry too much. There's a formation hiding the courtyard here, and you left me many treasures to conceal my presence, so there's probably no chance of any accidents. Besides... the commotion at the Sword Forging Villa is so loud that it's already attracted everyone's attention."

The towering Ascending Sword had unknowingly risen several feet higher, bringing the Sword Forging Villa even closer to the heavens. Along with this, dark clouds inexplicably gathered in the sky, completely obscuring the sun. In an instant, the sky darkened, as if it had entered night.

Great joy and great sorrow, just a thought away.

Yun Yi: "Master never told me how to leave the scroll, but I think our lives should be safe here."

Song Xinci: "I think so too."

"So I want to go to the Sword Forging Villa. If there really is going to be chaos there, I think Master let me enter the scroll in order to let me witness what happened with my own eyes."

"You don't have to worry about my safety, go ahead."

"Xinci...if something happens over there, I might not have the chance to come back here."

"Then take a closer look at this courtyard."

Yun Yi, however, didn't look at the courtyard he'd lived in for three years. Instead, he stared intently at Song Xinci. His earlier joy had vanished, and now his brow furrowed. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that three years had passed in the blink of an eye, and the world within the painting would surely have undergone earth-shattering changes.

Song Xinci always seemed calmer than Yun Yi. She soothed him, "Just think of it as a dream. You'll have to wake up someday."

Yun Yi stopped talking and suddenly pulled Song Xinci into his arms. For three years, the two of them had been in love but polite, never crossing the line. Even after Song Xinci's health gradually improved, they didn't take that step.

Everything in the world of the painting seems to be illusory, but it is so illusory that it is almost real, which sometimes makes people wonder whether what is happening here is true or false.

If everything is really like a dream bubble, then will the three years of companionship eventually shatter and disappear like bubbles?
Confusion filled the hearts of both of them, and Song Xinci responded by hugging Yun Yi in the same way.

After a long time, the two figures finally separated.

Yun Yi gave Song Xinci a last deep look, then flew back to the Sword Casting Villa on his sword.

Song Xinci stared at Yun Yi's back until she could no longer see him, then she silently withdrew her gaze.

At this moment, she also felt a sense of reluctance to part.

It's not only about Yun Yi, but also about this small house that has been with him day and night, and these unforgettable three years.

There was something Song Xinci didn't have time to tell Yun Yi: these three years were the happiest time in her life.

Neither the childhood in the Sword Burial Valley nor the few months spent with his mother in the nameless town could compare to the three years in the painting.

She had no cultivation here, but she didn't need it at all.

Because there is no hatred, no covetousness, and no distinction between good and evil here.

Here there is only the eternal rising and setting of the sun and the moon, and only Yun Yi's unchanging feelings.

If possible, she really wanted to stay here forever.

Song Xinci revealed a sad smile and immersed his mind in the strange sword energy in his body.

Now only a trace of sword intent remains of the sword energy, but no one recognizes it.

The sword intent was grayish white, like a colorless candle flame.

But Song Xinci had lived with it for three whole years and had already had some guesses about its origins.

She sighed softly, "Of course Yun Yi can't find your information in Zongheng Tower, because you, like us, don't belong to this era."

(End of this chapter)