After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

The voice was both deep and soft.

It surged in from all directions, seeped into his body through every pore, and echoed in his mind.

"Who are you?" Xu Ze asked.

"You already know."

Xu Ze was silent for a moment, then tentatively asked:

"An ancient dragon?"

"Yes and no."

The voice neither confirmed nor denied, "I am a remnant soul left behind by an ancient dragon, an obsession, a person who has waited for ten thousand years."

Those eyes blinked, a complex emotion flashing in their golden pupils.

"Ten thousand years ago, a person came here."

"He looks a lot like you, the same blue robe, the same sword, the same eyes."

"He stood where you stood, looked at that heart, and said one sentence."

"What?"

"I may not be able to come back, but one day in the future, someone will come in my place."

The voice paused.

"Then he left and never came back."

Upon hearing this, Xu Ze fell into a brief moment of thought.

"That person, was it me?"

"It's you."

Those eyes looked at him and said, "You are his reincarnation; his mark is in your soul."

"So you set up this test just to wait for me?"

“Yes,” the voice said, “I have waited for you for ten thousand years.”

Xu Ze took a deep breath.

What is the test?

Those eyes suddenly smiled.

It wasn't the kind of smile where the corners of the mouth turned up; rather, it was the light in the pupils that danced, like flames, like stars.

"It's simple. Prove yourself."

How can you prove it?

"Use your sword."

The voice said, "Kill me."

Xu Ze's pupils contracted slightly. Was this guy seeking death?

"Slay you?"

"Correct."

Those eyes looked at him, "Use your strongest sword to kill me."

"If you can shatter the last remnant of my soul in this world... then congratulations, you have passed the test."

Xu Ze remained silent for a moment.

"What if I can't do it?"

"Then you'll stay here forever."

The voice was calm, as calm as if it were talking about something trivial:

"To become a part of this heart, to become my nourishment, to become the strength I need to wait for the next person."

After listening, Xu Ze did not hesitate.

He reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword behind him.

The moment the Flame-Slaying Sword was drawn, the void lit up.

The light patterns on the sword flowed wildly, like rivers that had been set ablaze, flowing from the hilt to the tip and back again.

The sound of the sword was no longer low and deep, but high and loud, like the roar of a dragon or the cry of a phoenix.

Those eyes stared at the sword, and the light in their pupils intensified.

"No matter how many times I look at it, I can't help but admire it. It's a truly fine sword."

Xu Ze gripped the sword hilt tightly and closed his eyes.

His consciousness sank into that void, into that silence, into something deeper than silence.

His body was no longer his own, but an extension of the sword.

He is the sword.

The sword is him.

Without further words, he simply unleashed a sword strike.

A soft sound.

"laugh--"

Like the crisp sound of cloth tearing, the sound was very soft, as if it rose from the depths of the heart.

But that one soft sound silenced the entire void.

Those eyes watched the invisible sword energy, watching it pass through the void, through the darkness, and through the gap between those eyes.

Then, those eyes closed.

"finally……"

The sound was very soft, as soft as a sigh.

Xu Ze opened his eyes and sheathed his sword.

He stood in the void, looking at those eyes that had reopened, awaiting their verdict.

Those eyes stared at him for a very, very long time.

Then, it laughed.

"Ten thousand years."

The voice carried a hint of relief as those enormous vertical pupils slowly closed.

"I have waited for ten thousand years, and finally I have received this sword."

"I can sense that you are stronger than you were before."

Go ahead, she's waiting for you.

The soul vanishes.

The surrounding void began to dissipate, the darkness receded, and light surged forth.

Xu Ze felt his body falling, from a high place to a low place, from the void to reality.

He opened his eyes and found himself still standing by the spring, his hand still pressed against his heart.

Su Yunshang stood beside him, her hand also on her heart. Her eyes were closed, and her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were going through something.

Xu Ze didn't disturb her; he just stood there and waited.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Yunshang opened her eyes.

She looked at Xu Ze, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was shock, admiration, and a touch of tenderness that was hard to describe.

"You passed."

Her voice was very soft.

Xu Ze nodded.

"Ah."

Su Yunshang lowered her head and looked at the heart.

"Next, it's time to pass it on."

The heart was still beating, but its light was no longer dazzling; instead, it was warm and gentle, like moonlight.

The light surged from her heart, flowing into her body through her hand, and also into Xu Ze's body through his hand.

Their bodies began to glow; Xu Ze's light was golden, and Su Yunshang's light was silver.

The two lights intertwined and merged in the air, like two entwined snakes, like two trees with intertwined roots.

"Well……"

Su Yunshang's body was trembling.

She could feel that force changing her.

Her meridians were expanding, her bones were strengthening, and her blood was boiling.

Her cultivation level was skyrocketing, from the late stage of Mahayana to the peak of Mahayana, and from the peak of Mahayana to the perfect Mahayana.

But she didn't make a breakthrough.

She suppressed it, suppressing that power, preventing it from breaking through the final barrier.

Xu Ze was also trembling.

His cultivation level skyrocketed from the Void Refining stage to the Body Integration stage. His meridians were widened, his dantian was enlarged, and his spiritual power was purified to a terrifying degree.

He could sense that he was only one step away from reaching the Tribulation Transcending Stage.

"...Is this the final legacy of the true dragon?"