The figure of the man in the golden armor flashed by, and the previously trembling Xuanyuan Sword Fragment inside the soul's Dantian became still and silent once again.
Zhou Yan stood quietly, caught in a kind of epiphany.
Fairy Yun Shu silently watched Zhou Yan, a trace of infatuation appearing in her beautiful eyes, yet she hid it very well.
In the Heavenly Punishment Forest, the glowing fragments under the shade of the trees shimmered like rippling light on water.
Above, it seemed as if a red sun hung, illuminating this world akin to a secret realm.
...
A lonely sword, a realm of its own.
A hazy and ethereal figure.
In Zhou Yan's heart, the outline of the Xuanyuan Sword Fragment materialized and then quickly vanished.
After a long while, he exhaled a tainted breath gently, gradually returning to his senses from a state similar to meditation.
This world was still the same as before, but Zhou Yan felt that he was no longer entirely himself.
