Draw Goddess from Douluo

"Isn't this..." Liu Yang stared at the pattern in front of him, and suddenly a surging wave of memories rose in his mind. Every line, every detail, was surprisingly similar to the patterns he had seen on Yuefeng, as if they were carved from the same mold.

He looked up and saw Longsha standing tall, his cold eyes shooting at him like a sharp sword, as if to see through his heart. Longsha's aura was gloomy and powerful, like a volcano about to erupt, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression. He slowly spoke, his voice low and full of majesty: "What is this?"

Liu Yang took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner shock. He knew that he must not show any sign of weakness at this moment. He met Long Sha's gaze and replied in a deep voice: "These are the patterns engraved on Yuefeng!"

Hearing this, Long Sha raised his eyebrows slightly, and a cold smile appeared on his face. He slowly walked in front of Liu Yang, looked down at him, and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "It seems that your memory is not bad. You remembered all this."

Liu Yang felt disgusted when he heard the irony in his words. He glanced at Long Sha coldly and retorted without showing any weakness: "Really? I don't need your praise."

Longsha snorted, seemingly not surprised by Liu Yang's answer. He turned around and looked at the dim wall again, as if recalling something. The pattern on the stone wall was looming under the dim light, revealing a mysterious and ancient atmosphere. Longsha's eyes flashed with complex light under the light, as if endless thoughts were surging.

After a while, he slowly spoke, with a barely perceptible sense of loss in his voice: "This is the sword technique left by Master Wushen. I didn't expect that you Qingyun Sect also has a copy."

"Master?" Liu Yang's face suddenly changed, and an indescribable shock surged in his heart. He stared at Long Sha in a daze, as if trying to read more information from his expression. The one who engraved this sword manual in Yuefeng was actually Long Sha's master? How is this possible!

His mind once again reappeared the days and nights he spent on Yuefeng Mountain, the patterns deeply engraved on the stone wall, and the scenes he had pondered and comprehended countless times. If this sword manual was really left by Longsha's master, then what kind of origin do they have?

Liu Yang's heart was filled with doubts and shock. He looked at Long Sha deeply, trying to find the answer from his expression. However, Long Sha's face was cold and majestic, with no other expression. He seemed to have fallen into his own memories, isolated from the outside world.

Time passed slowly in silence, and Longsha seemed to have recovered from his memories. He looked at Liu Yang again, with an indescribable meaning in his eyes. Liu Yang also met his gaze without showing any weakness, and their sights crossed and collided in the air, as if sparking invisible sparks.

"The existence of this sword manual may be an opportunity for us." Long Sha spoke slowly, breaking the silence, "Perhaps we can take this opportunity to discuss and comprehend the mysteries here together."

Liu Yang's heart was slightly moved when he heard this. He understood what Long Sha meant, and he also knew that his current situation was not optimistic. If he could take this opportunity to ease the relationship with Long Sha and discuss the secrets of this sword manual together, it might really be a good choice. He nodded and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I am willing to discuss this sword manual with you."

A satisfied smile flashed across Longsha's face. He patted Liu Yang on the shoulder and turned to walk deeper into the cave. Liu Yang followed without hesitation, knowing that he was about to embark on a new journey to explore the deeper mysteries and power behind the sword manual.

Long Sha nodded calmly, a trace of barely perceptible sadness flashed across his deep eyes. "He is indeed a rare hero of our demon clan. He was once so powerful that countless enemies were terrified. It's a pity that he was ambushed by a master of the Qingyun Sect and eventually died on the peak of the Flame Mountain."

At this point, his voice trembled a little, as if he was trying his best to suppress the anger and grief in his heart. He looked up into the distance, as if he could see the thrilling battle of that year through the heavy stone walls.

"Thinking back to the days when he was so arrogant and conceited, he could sweep across the world with just one sword. But I never expected that he would fall into such a vicious hand and end up like this." Longsha's tone was full of regret and unwillingness, "Those so-called upright people keep saying that they are aboveboard, but secretly they use such insidious and vicious means. Humph, in my opinion, they are nothing more than a group of sinister villains who only know how to use unorthodox methods!"