The sword seller, dressed in red, deserves applause for the prankster.

Chi Miao's anger now stems not only from his thirst for the truth, but also from... the complete annihilation of the spirit of the Weeping Sword.

The Holy Palace is made of extremely special materials, and the energy it contains is also extremely terrifying.

It may have seemed like just a palace collapse, nothing out of the ordinary, but only those inside the Holy Palace knew how terrifying the explosion was in that instant.

All the energy was concentrated within the Holy Palace, causing its interior to tear apart and disintegrate, with void cracks spreading endlessly, disrupting and ruthlessly destroying everything.

This level of power was completely beyond Chi Miao's comprehension, almost exceeding the carrying capacity of Miaohua Continent itself.

When the Dao perishes, the spirit perishes, and all returns to nothingness and chaos!

Even though Chi Miao used all the methods he possessed at once, he was still unable to resist this power.

Just as she and the six Nascent Souls were about to be torn to pieces by hundreds of void rifts, the spirit of the Sorrowful Sword, which had been asleep since entering the Heavenly Sorrow Cave, suddenly awoke.

With a burst of powerful blue light, the entire body of the Sorrowful Sword floated in front of Chi Miao.

The sword that had accompanied Chi Miao since he was a child, the immortal sword that had witnessed Chi Miao's journey, stood in front of him, forming an incomparably mysterious blue barrier.

On the sword, the spirit of the Weeping Sword truly manifested for the first time.

It was a sky-blue spirit with flowing long hair and a handsome face. It had no lower body, but its upper body was extremely perfect, like a sword immortal who lived apart from the world.

The winds of the void howled, and he withstood the terrifying attack.

He didn't turn around to look at Chi Miao; he kept his back to her.

Chi Miao could see the sword spirit and the body of the Sorrowful Sword gradually fragmenting, with the fragments dancing wildly.

At that moment, Chi Miao's pupils shrank, realizing that the Weeping Sword was trying to protect her by destroying itself!

"Stop! I order you to stop!!"

Chi Miao practically roared it out, even using his own aura as the owner of the Sorrowful Sword to force it to return.

But it was no use. The sword spirit remained unmoved, only uttering a pleasant voice: "Miaomiao, don't try... Our contract is only superficial. You are not my true master."

"I am Tianbei's sword, the sword of an immortal, and rightfully I also possess the power of an immortal. This power is enough for me to transcend all the constraints imposed by immortals."

"Including the master-servant contract."

He stated that Chi Miao would no longer need to waste his efforts.

Chi Miao's rationality snapped immediately; she realized something: "So, from the very beginning, our master-servant contract never existed?"

The sword spirit's voice tinged with laughter: "Yes, I approached you deliberately with a mission. From the moment I sensed your presence, only one thing remained in my memory—I had to get close to you and protect you along the way!"

"To be honest, you had a really strange and bad temper back then, and I didn't like you very much... but I had to do it according to my memory, even though I didn't know why I had to."

Chi Miao's face immediately contorted with rage, and he gritted his teeth, shouting, "If you don't like me! Then get out of my sight right now! Don't ever appear before me again... I don't need a disloyal sword!"

The Weeping Sword had already disintegrated by more than half, and Chi Miao's entire body was immobilized by a mysterious force, leaving him no room to struggle.

The sword spirit seemed to understand her words, yet also seemed not to, and continued speaking to itself:

"But then I found out that you were different from what I thought... You are strange, but you are also very principled. Whether it is your strength or your character, your growth rate is unbelievable to me."

"Although I do not fully understand human beings, I know that all living beings are selfish, but you are different... On the surface, you love to take advantage of others, are unforgiving, and hold grudges, but whenever you have the opportunity to take something for yourself, you are willing to benefit your friends and the world."

"You've been like my child all this time."

"I can see your growth, I can see how you got here, and I can see all the shining points in you."

"This makes me understand more and more why Tianbei kept me here, and why he needs to protect you."

"The moment I entered the Heavenly Sorrow Cave with you, Heavenly Sorrow appeared before me. He reactivated my memories and made me realize my true mission."

"Chi Miao, you cannot die. Your life is not just your life; it belongs to Miaohua Continent and to the world."

"You need to know the whole truth to end this endless waste and sorrow."

Chi Miao looked at the Sorrowful Sword and its spirit, now completely broken, and realized with a start that this broken sword was no longer the scrap metal he had seen before.

Azure blue, beautiful, capable of causing a chorus of ten thousand swords—the king of swords.

"Shut up!" Chi Miao's eyes reddened, tears almost uncontrollably taking over her emotions. "I haven't finished my journey yet!"

"I don't need a sword to protect me!"

The sword spirit of the Sorrowful Sword suddenly turned around, his handsome face like shattered porcelain, one piece empty, another cracked, disintegrating in the air.

Only the hilt remained of the sword.

The sword spirit gave Chi Miao the last smile of his life, gentle yet powerful.

他 说:

"Remember to return to Tianbei Cave. There you will find the solution Tianbei left for you, which hides the secrets of Miaohua Continent."

"In the name of the Immortal of Swords, I wish you a future filled with blooming flowers and the day you finally see the light of day. It's just a pity... my mission is complete, and I can no longer accompany you on this journey."

"Don't cry, this is my destiny, the meaning of my life."

"Miaomiao...you are my pride."

I so want to tell you that Tianbei gave me the right to refuse from the very beginning, and I did hesitate.

But I only hesitated for a moment before making my decision.

because……

Chi Miao, you are the proudest version of yourself I have ever seen in your countless reincarnations.

That's why I'm willing to risk everything for you.

Do not cry, for all the soldiers under heaven will weep for me.

Snapped--!

A crisp sound rang out, so soft, yet deafening.

At that moment, Chi Miao was finally able to move.

She almost immediately reached out and grasped the familiar sword hilt, but her grip fell on nothing; she couldn't even hold onto the dust of the sword.

She tried to catch the sword dust in the air and hold it in her arms, but the Weeping Sword was too cruel... it didn't care about her at all.

In an instant.

All the weapons in Miaohua Continent went out of control, flying into the sky and emitting mournful cries!

The soldiers wept in grief!

Amidst the mournful cries and the collapse of the sacred palace, Chi Miao also let out a sharp wail.

The world is noisy, but she seems to have lost her hearing.

She can't hear anything.

Tears blurred her vision and moistened her face.

In the depths of her senses, she felt a pair of hands wiping away her tears, gentle and familiar.

She heard a voice speaking.

"Don't cry."