Although Nian Qingfeng and the other two were very happy that Jiang Wuyuan had succeeded, the desperate attack by the alien races that followed forced them to use all their strength to barely maintain the front line.
The Federation and the Hestan Empire did not suffer major attacks, but everyone understood why—because the Dragon Kingdom produced so many people who could threaten the Abyss's invasion.
Being targeted by alien races is like asking for trouble, allowing weaker nations to continue developing peacefully.
During this time, Will contacted Xia Fusheng to offer to send troops to support him, but Xia Fusheng refused.
What if the alien race suddenly decides to send troops against the Federation as well?
Support? If the Federation doesn't need support from the Dragon Kingdom, then they'll be considered strong.
Is there any movement in the training room?
"No." Sheng Wanshi calmly took a sip of tea.
Now, the three of them have arrived at the border of the Dragon Kingdom.
Not only them, but also most of the Saint Realm experts from various families who were still alive gathered here.
It was this magnificent lineup that allowed the Dragon Kingdom to barely hold out against the alien invasion for quite some time.
However, the quasi-god-level formations were being consumed too quickly. Not only were the reserves of the Tianyun Yuanshan Mine depleted, but even the speed at which the masters were creating formation plates could not keep up with the consumption.
If this continues, the Dragon Kingdom will definitely be the first to have its borders breached.
Although Xia Fusheng and Sheng Wanshi were looking forward to Jiang Wuyuan's breakthrough and support on the battlefield, they both understood one thing: this large-scale attack by the alien race, disregarding life and death, was clearly intended to slow down Jiang Wuyuan's cultivation.
Ironically, even though they knew about the alien race's open scheme, they had no way to stop it.
Xia Fusheng, who had boasted to the sword spirit earlier, now felt like he had been slapped in the face – for someone as cautious as him, this was the only time in his life he had ever braggarted.
——
Half a month later, Jiang Wuyuan finished his seclusion and went to the battlefield again.
The Dragon Kingdom, which had been exhausted to the point of exhaustion, was like a thirsty spring that had been infused with a new source of water, and it was revitalized.
The near-collapsed defense line was stabilized once again. Jiang Wuyuan successively killed nearly seven of the thirteen semi-emperor alien races, and even severely injured one alien semi-emperor named Lin Yan.
In the end, it was another alien race that controlled the Great Dao of Ice that intervened and saved Phosphorus Flame's life by half.
Furthermore, all the alien races discovered with despair that Jiang Wuyuan's strength, which should have been slowed down by them, was still increasing daily, and at an extremely rapid pace.
Even the current leader couldn't gain any advantage when facing this human, and could even get injured by accident, which made them even more determined to have some impact on Jiang Wuyuan.
There was nothing they could do. They didn't know if the alien race was good at anything else, but their rapid asexual reproduction was like a locust swarm. No matter how many soldiers killed, their numbers could be replenished very quickly.
...
Time flies.
That night, the young man, having finished his training, sat on the border city wall, holding a sword.
He took a clean handkerchief and wiped the sword in his hand, carefully and meticulously brushing every corner.
Over the course of nearly two years, Jiang Wuyuan tried many methods.
Whether it was pouring its own blood and energy into the Void God Sword, or finding the blood crystal of an eighth-tier magical beast to create a spirit-gathering array and placing the Void God in the middle to absorb energy, the sword spirit never woke up.
It seemed that He had already completed His mission and completely disappeared into this world.
But Jiang Wuyuan had a premonition—the sword spirit was not dead; it was just that its power had been exhausted and it was asleep.
So he polished his sword every day, unable to describe his feelings.
Perhaps it was anticipation, but more than that, it was sadness.
Although the sword spirit was not dead, he inexplicably felt that the world had already declared the sword spirit dead.
Is this what they call fate?
Suddenly, a figure came from afar, riding the wind, and gracefully landed on the city wall.
"Xiao Yuan, I've been looking for you everywhere." Ruan Kongyin smiled and plopped down next to Jiang Wuyuan.
"Senior." Jiang Wuyuan nodded slightly.
Ruan Kongyin glanced at the person, seemingly sensing something, and asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"
Jiang Wuyuan shook his head.
"If you have anything on your mind, you can talk to me about it."
Perhaps it was because Ruan Kongyin's tone was too gentle, or perhaps he was indeed someone worth confiding in.
Jiang Wuyuan pursed his lips and then recounted the story.
"So, the sword spirit of this sword is actually your teacher?" This was something Ruan Kongyin hadn't expected. He only knew that Jiang Wuyuan had a master named Nian Qingfeng, but he didn't know that he also had a sword spirit as his teacher.
The fact that it was hidden so well shows Jiang Wuyuan's protection of the sword spirit, and it also demonstrates the friendship between the two.
Ruan Kongyin raised her hand and patted Jiang Wuyuan on the shoulder.
The young man's broad shoulders bore countless responsibilities, yet he was not crushed by them. Instead, he responded to everyone's expectations and moved step by step toward the ending he was meant to create.
"Xiao Yuan, do you believe in fate?"
Ruan Kongyin said gently.
I don't believe it.
Even today, Jiang Wuyuan would still give this affirmative answer.
“It’s right not to believe.” Ruan Kongyin smiled. “Perhaps our ancestors had to plan for the future of Blue Star millions of years in advance—which is now—but they only hoped that what they couldn’t accomplish could have a satisfactory ending.”
This is a form of emotional support.
But you are different; you shouldn't be bound by so-called fate.
Fate is merely your starting point, not your destination.
Jiang Wuyuan turned to look at Ruan Kongyin's gentle smile.
"You've always been creating miracles, Xiaoyuan."
Jiang Wuyuan heard him say:
"You can create countless miracles if you want to."
Save your teacher, destroy the abyss, and climb to even greater heights in the future.
Just follow your own path and don't worry about so-called fate.
Ruan Kongyin didn't say what he was going to say, but Jiang Wuyuan understood what he meant.
At this moment, under this gloomy sky, when Jiang Wuyuan was sad but couldn't express it, this friend, one of the few he held dear, pulled him up with the gentlest tone, giving him endless courage.
"Thanks."
Ruan Kongyin smiled and waved her hand: "There's no need for thanks between us."
...
Ruan Kongyin's words had a clear effect; at least Jiang Wuyuan visibly reduced the time he spent sitting idly with the Void God Sword and instead spent more energy on cultivation.
The sword spirit told him that the Abyss Seal would be broken in a year or three at most.
Although there was still some time before three years had passed, Jiang Wuyuan had a strong premonition.
A storm is brewing.
And indeed, things turned out exactly as he predicted.
——
In the thirty-first year of Jiang Wuyuan's life, on the day he attained enlightenment and became an emperor.
The seal on the forbidden abyss has been broken.
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