These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

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The waiter looked over and almost collapsed to his knees.

Because he heard the roar coming from inside...

It sounded like a dragon's roar.

The legend was remembered.

He was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

"This, this is..."

Golden light began to appear in the well.

The man with the goatee stroked his beard, then went to the well and pressed his hand against the edge of the dry well.

He said in a deep voice.

Go wherever you want to go.

Then he removed his hands.

"Roar!!!"

The roar of the dragon was released unimpeded from the well.

A golden light finally burst out of the dry well and shot towards the sky—no… in one direction.

They sped away.

The waiter stared blankly at the light.

"What is this, shopkeeper...?"

The man also gazed in the direction of the golden light.

"So... it was a sword."

"A sword? Where is he going?"

The waiter asked in confusion, even more bewildered.

The man pursed his lips and remained silent.

The golden light pierced through the clouds, as if it were about to fly to the heavens.

However, it suddenly stopped at the peak.

It seems to have found its direction.

Then it fell.

come down.

Falling straight down!

Until he broke through the blood-red mist, stunning everyone's eyes.

It landed in front of him.

He simply shook hands and grasped it.

Then the golden light began to vibrate, and the Blood Realm began to shake.

Then his eyes began to gleam with gold.

"What's this?"

Qin Zipei stared at everything in front of her in disbelief.

The boy holding the sword looked up at him.

"Light." PS: I misspelled the title—the word order was reversed. It's definitely not that I didn't know the sentence; it's entirely the fault of Baidu Input Method!!

Chapter 107 Shen Tu (Bonus Chapter 9 for Monthly Tickets!)

Is this a sword?

In fact, Wei Tu could not know the exact answer at the time.

It was as if a voice in my heart was telling me that the warm, sun-like warmth, shimmering with golden light, was right there in my heart.

It told itself.

What shape do you want it to be?

Who?

Is that light?

Is this the light I've grasped?

I wonder... what shape it is?

Then Wei Tu remembered a sword, a sword he hadn't seen for many years, or rather, a sword he hadn't had time to forge in this lifetime.

Then the golden light began to fade, and a fixed shape appeared in Wei Tu's hand.

The part he was holding had become an exquisite sword hilt.

As it extends downwards, it becomes increasingly longer.

It became curved like a knife, but the blade was so narrow and long instead of wide and thick.

The tip is not as symmetrical as a sword tip; instead, one side is slightly longer and sharper, while the other side is slightly shorter.

It's more like a knife than a sword.

But this was precisely the longsword that Wei Tu forged when he left Nan Jianzhou in his previous life, and which he used until the very end.

"Is this your light?"

Qin Zipei asked, seemingly unable to accept it.

He didn't know how this light had become this weapon that was neither a sword nor a knife.

But he knew that the unusual appearance of this golden light at this moment must represent something.

Now that it's fallen into his hands, has the ending begun to take a different turn...?

His intuition told him so, yet he was also so unwilling to accept it.

Wei Tu in front of him had already reached out, and the slight movement of raising his arm revealed streaks of blood.

The bloody figure that was grabbing his arm instantly turned into fragments, becoming blood foam in the air.

He lifted his leg.

The bloody figure that had been grabbing his legs was trampled into pieces, turning into a pool of blood on the ground.

He raised his head and looked at Qin Zipei again, his demeanor completely different now.

"Yes, this is my light."

"What can we do?"

Qin Zipei continued to ask.

Wei Tu walked over step by step, watching him slowly raise his left arm.

"Splitting mountains and opening seas, slaying demons and eliminating evil, that's roughly how it is."

"And what is its name?"

"name……"

Wei Tu raised his head slightly, and the scarlet light in the sky seemed to begin to avoid his direct gaze.

He smiled.

"When I first got this sword, I told myself that I would use it to slay demons and monsters, to eliminate all injustices, to protect my loved ones, and to challenge all difficulties. But later I found that I couldn't do it completely... or rather, it was just the beginning, I couldn't even do half of it."

"What……"

Qin Zipei couldn't understand at all now.

He didn't know what the boy was saying, but he sensed that the other person's emotions seemed so distant, yet also so close at hand.

The boy approached step by step.

The strangely shaped sword began to emit a light completely different from the crimson environment.

“Those were all regrets of not being able to achieve what I wanted… But now, I feel like I can do it. Maybe not all of it, but at least… much more than before… Before, it was called Ze Guang, choosing a ray of light to be born, choosing a ray of light to walk, choosing a ray of light to go where it was meant to go. Now… let’s call it Shen Tu.”

"Shen Tu...hehehe..."

Qin Zipei laughed.

He watched the boy walk towards him step by step.

"boom!"

Blood suddenly gushed from his left arm.

Qin Zipei's body was stained red on half of her body.

He brandished his sword and began to take the initiative, no longer standing still. Instead, he charged towards Wei Tu like a madman, his eyes red.

Wei Tu saw him rushing over.

He didn't stop, his steps were steady.

Then, streaks of red lightning began to fall from the sky again, and blood-soaked figures reappeared around him, forming a net of heaven and earth.

We must deliver the final blow to this boy.

However, Wei Tu remained calm and collected, simply drawing his sword and sweeping it across.