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Morning sunlight touched his face as Qin Zilong left the main hall. Mountain wind blew gently, sending his black robe fluttering behind him. He paused for a moment on the final step, savoring a brief silence before the real storm began. Before him, a long road stretched down the mountain ridge.Yet this time, his footsteps did not move at once.Zilong gazed far toward the horizon, piercing the thin mist that blanketed the eastern sky. Beyond those clusters of mountains lay a world far wider, wilder, and far more cruel.The Heaven Sect.The place where geniuses from every direction gathered. The place where absolute strength determined who had the right to stand tall and who must kneel upon the ground. And in that place as well… a young man named Qin Zilong had once lost everything.His fingers slowly clenched at his sides.Memories that did not entirely belong to his own soul flashed through his mind once more—a painful memory of a body lying near death in the middle of the Black Mist
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News of Qin Zilong’s return spread quickly all the way to the residences of the elders. Not long after, Zilong already stood upright inside the main hall of the sect.The Great Elder, Gu Yan, Shen Luo, and Bai He were already there to receive him. The moment the hall doors opened and Zilong stepped inside, several pairs of eyes immediately fixed sharply upon him.The Great Elder observed the young man from head to toe. “You returned faster than we expected.”“The two-month time limit is almost up,” Zilong answered in a calm tone. “I have no reason to linger there any longer.”The Great Elder nodded slowly. “How is your cultivation?”Zilong smiled faintly. “It has improved a little.”Several elders in the room exchanged glances upon hearing such an overly simple answer. Yet none of them dared to underestimate those words. The Great Elder did not even attempt to examine Zilong’s cultivation level with his spiritual senses; he already understood full well that if Qin Zilong wished to con
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In less than an hour, the dense rows of trees began to thin. The majestic buildings of the Southern Cloud Sword Sect gradually appeared in the distance, flanked by a sturdy gate standing between two enormous stone pillars.Beneath that gate, two figures were waiting anxiously.Han Wei stood with both arms folded across his chest, occasionally shifting his gaze toward the forest path before looking back at the gate. Beside him, Lin Yue leaned casually against one of the stone pillars.“He should have returned by now,” Lin Yue said, breaking the silence.Han Wei furrowed his brow. “Don’t be too sure.”“Why?”“Because if Young Master Qin hasn’t returned yet, you won’t be able to do anything to find him either.”Lin Yue exhaled a long breath. “I’m only speaking of the possibility.”Han Wei was about to reply when the movement of his lips suddenly stopped. His eyes locked onto a figure walking out from behind the dense trees.A torn black robe. Calm footsteps. A face they knew very well.H
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Inside the dimensional space of the ring, time seemed to lose its meaning. There was no bird song, no howling of Demon Beasts, nor any forest wind carrying the scent of blood and wet earth. The only sound was Qin Zilong’s breathing, which gradually began to steady.He sat cross-legged upon a flat stretch of ground surrounded by faint white Heaven and Earth Qi. In this place, the spiritual energy felt so pure that it left almost no impurities behind. Yet Zilong’s body was still far from well.His black robe was torn in several places. Dried blood clung to the corner of his mouth, while his right arm was covered in red lines from being forced to channel the power of the black sword he had not yet fully mastered. Zilong lowered his head, then his fingers moved slowly.Pain immediately spread from his palm all the way to the base of his shoulder. Zilong furrowed his brow deeply.That sword… he thought bitterly.He remained silent for a moment. Memories of the life-and-death battle earlier
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In those critical seconds, the image of Jian Wuchen once again appeared in his mind with perfect clarity.It was no longer about the exertion of muscle power.Nor was it about the speed of the slash.Rather, it was about absolute calm in the eye of the storm.Never try to fight against the wave that comes crashing in.Let the wave pass through, then use its energy.Zilong closed both eyes tightly.The monster’s claw pressed down harder, threatening to crush his chest.He waited in total silence.One second.Two seconds.Then his eyes snapped open wide, radiating sharp black light. His body shifted a fraction of a second later with an extremely slippery movement. The lethal claw narrowly missed its target.The black sword in his hand cut through the air in a single perfect trajectory.SRAAAK!An extremely deep, gaping wound appeared across the neck of the Sky Realm Demon Beast. The creature gasped and roared in a choked cry. Zilong moved following the momentum of his own body rotation.
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Zilong stood up and clapped his hands together. “This thing is not merely an ordinary storage ring for dead items.” He looked down at the black ring that fit snugly on the ring finger of his right hand.“This is a complete small world.” Zilong carefully stroked the surface of the ring. “And it seems I have not even scratched the surface of all the secrets it holds.”He had no intention of wasting time forcing open every secret of the ring right now. An artifact of this high level was clearly impossible to fully comprehend in a short time.For the moment, what he had already discovered was more than enough to meet all his most urgent needs.A safe sanctuary.Abundant extra time and a golden opportunity to leap higher.Zilong channeled a small remnant of Qi into the ring on his finger. A thin black light suddenly enveloped his entire body. In the blink of an eye, his vision shifted, and he had returned to the ancient stone chamber in the real world.BOOM!The moment his consciousness re
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