After a long silence, the woman's voice slowly rang out: "That will also work."

Long Xun looked up at the silver, winding, towering mountain range.

As time gradually slowed down, and he guarded Buzhou Mountain for a long time, the world became more accepting of him. Now, a part of the tail tip of his main body can move, and in turn, his solidified spiritual clone is becoming more and more real.

In a few more days, he will be able to venture even beyond the boundaries of Buzhou Mountain. Ah Chen's soul is also slowly solidifying; it is estimated that he will be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation after a thousand years.

He could use his spiritual power to create an avatar and leave the Buzhou Mountain area at that time.

The world, location, and time of this journey were all incorrect, resulting in the so-called Zhulong being his true form, and he became the one who was supposed to keep Pangu's promise to guard Buzhou Mountain.

The pressure on Long Xun's true body was too great. The time it took for the small world to develop from the source to the actual plot point was too fast. The world was not stable enough to enter the final stage of complete evolution. This trapped Long Xun's true body and most of his consciousness within the Buzhou Mountain area, and he dared not move even slightly. He could only rely on a wisp of consciousness to condense spiritual power to create an avatar outside.

This silver mountain range is actually part of the tip of Long Xun's tail, drawn from the ground to intercept the fierce flying sword.

With a thought, Long Xun slightly lifted a gap about one person's height with his silver tail and walked in, arriving in front of the fierce sword that had been slapped down.

It was a dark red sword, its blade shrouded in a blood-red aura, making it terrifying to behold. Yet, at the same time, Long Xun faintly sensed a celestial aura within it.

Ha, how long has it been since he's seen anyone dare to use this method of sacrificing human lives to the sword and forging sword spirits with souls?

Long Xun's figure flickered, and when he reappeared, he had entered a strange world. The scenery here was beautiful, with green mountains and clear waters, but it was blurry and distorted, like an impressionistic ink painting. Beside the water, an immortal in white robes was sitting quietly playing music, while a black water snake with golden eyes listened quietly in the water.

The surging malevolent energy around them was blocked by the immortal spiritual energy emanating from the immortal's body, and could not penetrate it in the slightest.

As Long Xun listened to the music, the coldness in his expression gradually softened.

The immortal's zither music is excellent, serene and tranquil, seemingly able to soothe all the unease in one's heart, almost enough to make one close their eyes and fall asleep peacefully.

Long Xun had already recognized that the person was one of the immortals from the battle of Buzhou Mountain, but Long Xun did not blame the immortal. After all, Buzhou Mountain was broken by his son Shunaicha and Gonggong Zhurong, and the black dragon and the immortal were not powerful enough to break Buzhou Mountain.

—But it seems that this immortal is the most miserable now. His soul has been refined into a sword spirit, but he only has half of his soul. He is in a daze and almost unconscious.

The solidified spiritual power on Long Xun's body slowly dissipated, his figure gradually faded, and the endless baleful aura around him seemed to melt away like ice and snow, disappearing little by little, even its roots were gradually worn away.

Only when he transformed into a semi-transparent phantom did the spiritual energy emanating from his body cease to emanate, and Long Xun withdrew from the sword.

After that, he did not withdraw this wisp of consciousness, but instead solidified his body every day and entered the sword to purify the evil energy.

A century later, the scene inside the sword has become much clearer, and the scenery has become even more beautiful, like a fairyland.

That day, just as Long Xun entered the sword, the immortal who seemed to have been playing the zither stopped, and a gentle and serene voice came from afar: "You've listened to my zither for many days, what do you think?"

Long Xun was slightly taken aback before realizing that the immortal was speaking to him. He pondered for a moment, then said softly, "The sound of heaven and earth."

The immortal nodded slightly and began to play the zither again.

From that day on, he would ask Long Xun a question every day when Long Xun entered the sword, and Long Xun's answer was always the same.

The sounds of heaven and earth, the sounds of the mountains, the rising clouds and mist, the sound of the ocean waves...

Ten years later, the immortal's words changed: "So that's how it is. There was no emotion in my music."

The immortal rose and turned around, revealing a calm and serene man standing with his zither in his arms. He said, "Lord Zhulong, I am Prince Changqin. I must thank you for helping me regain my senses."

The Celestial Music God, Prince Changqin...

Long Xun said slowly, "How did you end up in this state?"

Prince Changqin's expression was calm, with only a sigh: "I have committed a great calamity and offended the heavens, so that I will never be able to become an immortal. On my way to reincarnate in the underworld, I passed by Yaoshan Mountain. I missed the past and lingered there. I was captured by the Longyuan tribe, and my soul was separated and forged into this sword."

"...You don't seem to harbor any resentment."

“Whether it’s resentment or hatred, it won’t change anything.” Crown Prince Changqin smiled bitterly.

Long Xun looked at him quietly.

He wasn't without resentment or hatred; the punishment from the Heavenly Emperor was his own fault. However, the pain of having his soul separated and the agony of his soul being burned by raging fire did leave him with some resentment.

But Prince Changqin was also a smart man. His mind had been in a daze for a long time, and it had only gradually recovered in the last ten years. For him, the power of Zhulong supporting the heavens and the earth with its dragon horns was still as if it had happened yesterday.

Now that the sword of refuge has fallen into the hands of Zhulong, there's no point in him thinking anything.

Besides... Zhulong had no grudge against him at all. On the contrary, he purified the evil energy and restored Zhulong's sanity, so Zhulong was kind to him.

Crown Prince Changqin possessed a detached and magnanimous nature, so hatred and resentment would not linger in his heart. If he were to encounter those enemies again, he might seek revenge, but if he did not, he would not care.