Longevity starts with learning

In the void and chaos, the "person" Yu Bing has disappeared.

Only a spiritual sword remains, hanging alone in the chaotic void.

The spiritual sword is about three feet long, with a silver-white color. At the edge of the sword, it is cold and sharp, and there are overlapping shadows.

If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that the total number of these shadows is exactly nine.

Each shadow seems to have a reincarnation. At first glance, there seems to be a huge amount of information flashing, but if you look closely, there is only the magnificent power that is enough to make people tremble...

At this moment, in Chu Mu's perception, Yu Bing's breath still exists, but the true spirit belonging to Yu Bing has disappeared without a trace.

And the God's perspective that he originally placed on Yu Bing, undoubtedly, also fell on this transformed Xuantian Spirit Sword.

On top of the eighth-level Xuantian treasure, Chu Mu was even a little bit unsure whether this spiritual sword was the legendary ninth-level treasure.

After all, just a little bit of the overflowing aura made him feel an indescribable sense of fatal threat in this special illusory state.

It was as if this spiritual sword could cross the boundary between reality and illusion, and could threaten his body, his true spirit self hidden deep in the illusory realm!

With such power, he might have thought it was ninth-level in the past.

But after experiencing the life of Yu Bing, following him to the perfection of the immortal way, he was only a stone's throw away from the realm of tribulation, and he had seen many great tribulation masters.

Now he can also be sure that at least, ordinary great tribulation masters definitely do not have such a magnificent power as this spiritual sword.

It can even be said that there is a world of difference!

Chu Mu looked around, and what surprised him was that after this harvest, the existence behind the scenes did not show up.

The spirit sword was suspended in the quiet void, its precious light was dim, but it could not hide its horror.

Apart from this, there was nothing else.

The invisible and immaterial fluctuations that had descended also disappeared silently at this moment.

In the vast chaos, it seemed that only he, a bystander, and this transformed spirit sword were left.

Chu Mu tentatively sensed the spirit sword. Under the strange state of possession, his perception of this spirit sword was the same as his perception of the Yubing before.

However, compared with his clear understanding of the power of the Yubing, he was somewhat restrained about the power of this spirit sword.

The power beyond his cognition, even if it was placed in front of him without any cover, was a huge temptation for him, but he obviously had to consider whether he could bear this great fortune.

The knowledge and power beyond cognition was not an opportunity, but a poison that would corrode himself.

At this moment, Chu Mu felt that.

With such a great fortune in front of him, he dared not have too much contact with it, and even tried his best to avoid it.

In this way, day after day, time flew by.

Fortunately, perhaps because of his unique perspective of possession, or perhaps because of his previous deep-rooted connection with the imperial soldier.

As time passed, he could gradually touch this power beyond his cognition.

Although it was extremely weak, it was undoubtedly a huge leap, and it was enough for him to gradually have a general understanding of this terrifying power.

Even as his cognition deepened, through the strange connection with the spiritual sword transformed by the imperial soldier, he felt that he could slightly influence this terrifying spiritual sword that was powerful enough to destroy the world.

But the good times did not last long.

As time passed, perhaps because the imperial soldier that anchored him in this fantasy domain was already in name only.

His existence in this fantasy domain gradually became weaker, and he even felt that he was about to be destroyed and left at any time. The Taixu mark in the dark, the anchor point that anchors reality and illusion, gradually revealed itself in his perception.

This also confirmed once again that his existence in this fantasy realm should not last long.

The spirit sword still exists, hanging in this quiet void.

Chu Mu's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his perception became increasingly weak.

Faintly, he seemed to feel some changes in this quiet void. The invisible and intangible power that left silently, after an unknown number of years, appeared again silently.

And this time...

Chu Mu forced himself to use the spiritual light to bless and maintain a clear mind. Looking around, he saw that at the end of this quiet void, colorful clouds suddenly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, like purple air coming from the east, auspicious clouds and purple air extended like a sky bridge, stretching from the end of the chaotic void.

In a flash, it arrived at this chaotic void.

On the Purple Rainbow Bridge, a white robe also appeared.

The figure in the robe had a hard time distinguishing his face, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking Chu Mu's glimpse.

At this moment, the figure in the robe slowly raised his hand and grasped the spiritual sword that contained the power to destroy the world.

While observing it, Chu Mu seemed to be able to feel the figure's satisfaction with this masterpiece.

The figure in the white robe gently stroked the long sword, and after a moment, he suddenly looked up. Although there was no basis, at this moment, Chu Mu only felt as if the two of them were looking into each other's eyes.

An indescribable shock also emerged in Chu Mu's heart.

But soon, the figure in the white robe disappeared visibly in this void.

The void was quiet, the strange phenomenon dissipated, the figure in the white robe disappeared, and the spiritual sword also disappeared.

Only a trace of Chu Mu's remnant was still forcibly supported by the blessing of the spiritual light.

At this moment, even with the blessing of spiritual light, it is difficult to keep calm in this wisp of regret.

The shock and doubt that seemed to be overturning the sea had already surged in Chu Mu's heart.

Although the fog was heavy, he still felt a special breath at that moment.

This special breath came from this completely unfamiliar white shirt figure, the terrifying existence behind the scenes.

But he, Chu Mu, strangely felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this special breath!

He could be sure that this inexplicable sense of familiarity did not come from the reincarnation of Yu Bing, but really came from him, Chu Mu, from Chu Mu in the real world!

Where did the familiarity come from?

Why did he feel familiar with this unknown and boundless terrifying existence?

But at this moment, there was no useful information to calm down and resolve the shock and doubt in his heart.

The remnant thought only lasted for a few breaths, and the Taixu mark anchored between the virtual and the real suddenly sent an indescribable force.

It was like the power of space, like the reverse flow of time and space, and like the destruction between the virtual and the real...

In an instant, the last remnant thought that stayed in this quiet void followed the guidance of the mark in the dark and disappeared in this quiet void...

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