Many years later, Luo Jiujiang was explaining knife skills to others.

He has never been one to keep secrets. No matter how advanced the person asking the question is, as long as the other person has sufficient understanding, he will try his best to explain it in more depth.

One of them was interested in studying subtle things, and even asked him about the subtleties of sword techniques. Luo Jiujiang considered the other party's receptive ability and taught him some lessons on sword techniques.

"Thank you for your advice." The man bowed sincerely and then asked, "What is the name of this move?"

"...It cannot be said." Luo Jiujiang said softly.

"ah?"

"What I mean is... just think of this sword as being called Unspeakable." Luo Jiujiang, who had become the Sword God at that time, silently said this and walked away alone in the eyes of the crowd, some of whom were puzzled, while others were fanatical and full of "The Sword God is truly profound and unfathomable."

If you look closely, the back figure looks a bit desolate.

Later, someone collected anecdotes about Luo Jiujiang and compiled them into a collection. Naturally, the story of this "unspeakable" sword move became a unsolved case that was passed down from mouth to mouth.

By the time the story finally reached Luo Jiujiang's ears, it had been distorted beyond all recognition. The usually cheerful and open-minded Lord Sword God spat out a mouthful of hot tea, his face etched with helplessness and a wry smile.

He deliberately didn't mention the name of this move in order to prevent this kind of thing, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't prevent it.

Of course, the name of this move was far more shocking and straightforward than the rumors in the cultivation world. In Feng Xue's words, it was a prime example of a micro-novel with a wealth of information—because it was simply called "Sorry, Old Taishan!"

Without mentioning the long-ago story a hundred years later, let’s return to the moment when Luo Jiujiang comprehended the power of the sword.

When Luo Jiujiang and the phantom of the Dragon God faced each other, a dark and gloomy hurricane arose in the cave.

This cave is not very spacious, and almost every inch of it is filled with the phantom of the Dragon God; however, every tiny gap in the blue dragon's shadow is now filled with tiny, thin, and light sword forces as thin as cicada wings and silver needles.

Countless sword moves coordinated with each other up and down, intersecting front and back, like flowing water, and like the omnipresent wind, they had silently twisted into one.

The hurricane howled, and every grain of soil it lifted was filled with power, making pits on the rock walls of the cave. The condensed knife force flowed in the small space with irresistible momentum, as majestic as the East China Sea and as heavy as Mount Tai.

At the end of the hurricane was Luo Jiujiang's hand holding the hilt of the knife firmly.

Luo Jiujiang held his own blade. He gripped Chengxue, his expression calm and confident, as if the blade he was wielding wasn't just a personal possession, a brand new blade barely two years old. He trusted his beloved blade as much as he trusted himself.

Even in this mortal realm, he managed to triumph over the strong, using his own understanding of nature to carve out a path to survival. It's no wonder that rumors circulated about Luo Jiujiang: It was said that Luo Lang, the young master of Spirit Snake Island, could slay gods and Buddhas with a single blade, even severing the Primal Chaos with his own brilliance. Though alone, he was unmatched.

And this rumor...is more of a prophecy than a rumor.

There is nothing wrong with it.

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The hurricane-like blade force and the shadow of the dragon god were in a stalemate for a moment, and then it was almost visible to the naked eye that the blue dragon shadow's body was like shattered glass, with countless fine cracks spreading out.

On the other hand, although Luo Jiujiang's expression was still solemn, he did not seem to be strained at all.

When the blue dragon's phantom was covered in a dense web of tiny cracks, it was as if time had stood still for a moment. In that crucial, decisive moment, even its frantic and violent eyes were cracked, lending the already lifeless phantom an even more inhuman quality.

Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but hold his breath when he looked into its eyes.

The next moment, the blue dragon's entire body could no longer hold on, and the tiny cracks instantly expanded, splitting it into pieces.

It's just like thousands of years ago when flesh and blood were torn and scattered.

The phantom of the Dragon God let out an unwilling long roar before it was completely shattered. The sound waves hit the rock walls at the belly of the mountain layer by layer, and then turned into echoes again, pouring into Luo Jiujiang's ears once again.

This scene vaguely overlapped with Han Qianling's dream. Whether it was ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years later, the hero's end was always equally sad.

The dragon god's body, which was emitting a faint blue light like smoke, finally fell apart. Only then did Luo Jiujiang show a hint of fatigue in his eyes. He slowly put down his hand and softly repeated the word "apology" once again.

Along with the disappearing spots of light, a tiny drop of blood fell.

Luo Jiujiang took a step back, avoiding the spot where the blood drop was about to fall. Faced with such pure dragon blood, and having witnessed how it caused the dragon's phantom to suddenly grow in size, Luo Jiujiang's expression remained devoid of any greed.

He just avoided the drop of blood, just like two quarters of an hour ago, he gave the blood bead to the Dragon God's phantom.

Like an inescapable fate, the shadow of the Dragon God ended up with the same outcome as it did ten thousand years ago; and Luo Jiujiang, who had narrowly escaped death and survived the gates of hell, remained essentially the same as before he faced the disaster, without any change.

Even if the stars move and the world changes, there are always nature and persistence that have never changed. Therefore, even if you do it again and again, it will probably just be the same ending.

What changes is only the green mountains and clear waters, not people's hearts.

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