Within Hu Yuan's sea of consciousness, an unbearable, surging tide of excruciating pain crashed violently. Two entirely contrasting sets of memories clashed and raged within him. On one side lay the familiar, warm scenes of ordinary life in the Mortal Realm; familial affection and friendship unfolded before his eyes like delicate scrolls, and the trusting gazes of his dearest companions served as beams of warm sunlight illuminating every corner of his heart. On the other side, however, lay endless darkness and slaughter. He felt as though he were holding a demonic blade, wantonly cutting down countless living beings, while his heart swelled with a twisted, eerie pleasure. These two conflicting memories endlessly intertwined and entangled in his mind—the trusting gazes of his dearest companions violently coexisting with the cold, deathly scenes of a blood-sacrifice arena—plunging him into deep confusion and agony.
The broken sword "Niming" gripped tightly in his left hand radiated an overbearing, razor-sharp sword Qi, and with every slash, it seemed capable of severing all obstacles in the world. Meanwhile, his right hand had lost control, condensing an extreme, scorching, and seductive demonic fire—a flame that felt as though it possessed the power to melt the heavens and earth and incinerate all things. These two entirely disparate forces fought frantically, clashing within his meridians like raging, furious beasts that wantonly tore at his internal organs, plunging him int…
Chapter 341