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Chapter 357. I Remembered
When Jiang Jianxin truly wielded her sword and once again stood atop the towering mountain, overlooking the raging war and devastation of the world, she felt, in a daze, return to a long, long time ago—

That childhood that was almost buried by time.

At that time, Master Changyingjun, dressed in bright red, stood atop the sea of ​​clouds, sword in hand, the mountain wind whipping her long, ink-black hair.

She looked at the still-young Jiang Jianxin, her voice clear and melodious:

"Since you have chosen the Path of the Common People, you should understand—what exactly is the 'Path' of the Path of the Common People?"

This question puzzled Jiang Jianxin at the age of three, and he failed to understand it at the age of twenty-three.

But then, at the age of thirteen, she suddenly understood.

On that day, she sat alone atop the mountain, just as she does now, witnessing the rampage of demons and the hellish state of the human world.

Then, with an unblemished Dao heart, he raised his hand and swung his sword—

The sword intent surged like a tide, sweeping across the eight directions.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Now, having weathered many storms and lost the youthful vigor of his youth, the venerable swordsman, facing this familiar scene of purgatory, seemed to have a sudden enlightenment breaking through his mind.

It is like a ray of light piercing the long night, like a door that has been sealed for a long time and reopened.

That door, which once burst open for her at the age of thirteen, has quietly closed again as time has passed.

And now, it is slowly opening again, radiating brilliant light.

Jiang Jianxin lowered his eyes and looked at the Tangguang Sword in his hand.

The sword was radiating a bright, clear light, like stars and the moon. In the distance, blue clouds soared upwards—a phenomenon that usually only occurred when a cultivator broke through to the Dao, but now it was appearing in this completely different world.

“I see… I remember now… I remember everything.”

Jiang Jianxin gripped his longsword tightly and slowly stood up.

The Great Way of All Living Beings, the Supreme Truth, at this moment was no longer just rigid words in a diary, but transformed into surging spiritual energy, flowing into her blood and becoming a part of her breath.

She raised her sword to the sky, just as the young sword master had done countless years ago, her clear shout echoing through the heavens:

"Andetang Lightsaber - Across the Sea -"

"Slay the giant whale!"

"Om————"

The sword energy pierced the sky like a white rainbow piercing the sun, carrying her unwavering Dao heart from the past ten years, and slashed towards the boundless mechanical black tide.

"boom----!"

A deafening roar echoed through the heavens and the earth.

Wherever the white sword energy reached, the mechanical torrent was instantly severed, as if endless darkness had been torn apart by light.

The mechanical structures clinging to the exterior of the high-rise buildings disintegrated, turning into a torrential downpour.

People in the city, looking up, witnessed this seemingly miraculous sword strike amidst the rising dust and light.

"It is...Sword Master!"

"It's the Sword Master!!!"

From within the crowd, someone let out a trembling shout, instantly igniting everyone's emotions.

At the beginning of the apocalypse, most people still vividly remember the video that garnered over ten million views. Now, in this disaster-stricken scene shrouded in despair, the reappearance of the Sword Master is sure to rekindle hope.

High in the sky, the white-clad figure fluttered in the wind, and the Sword Master merely nodded slightly.

She squinted, gazing at the distant edge of the city—where the sky was crimson, as if shrouded in the aura of blood.

The nearby television tower was flashing, and whether it was her imagination or not, in the thick sunlight, she thought she had just seen a ghostly shadow reflected on the tower moving toward the distant blood-red sky.

Meanwhile, the city beneath their feet continued its roaring.

More mechanical creations emerged from the depths of the streets and alleys—pens and staplers in office buildings, hammers and axes in hardware stores, and even iron beds and stethoscopes in hospital corridors…

All metallic objects came to life in the black tide, transforming into killing claws that attacked the people who had just escaped.

The situation on both sides is critical at the same time. Jiang Jianxin focused his mind and asked his intuition:

Should I cut down the distant red pillar first, or clear out the machinery in front of me?

Intuition provides the answer: [Clear what's in front of you; a precognitive being will handle things in the distance.]

"Om————"

The sound of Tangguang Sword rang out long and deep, like the tolling of an ancient bell. Jiang Jianxin's eyes were calm as he swung his sword down once more.

This time, the sword energy no longer soared into the sky, but swept across the ground, instantly passing over the dark, dense horde of machines.

"Om——"

Wherever the sword energy passed, the restless machinery shattered, and a chilling gust of wind swept up, causing fine ice crystals to condense on the ground at a visible speed.

"Zi la..."

In the blink of an eye, the barren land was covered with a layer of white frost, and the frost continued to spread forward—this was the complete version of "One Sword, Frost, Chills Fourteen Provinces".

Ten years later, on the ruins of another world, the grown-up Sword Master once again swung his sword. The sword energy was as fierce as ever, but it had gained a touch of composure and magnificence.

"Crackling——"

A series of dense metallic cracking sounds rang out, as large swathes of mechanical hordes were either severed or frozen to the ground.

The mechanical object that managed to escape took off and quickly reformed itself amidst a cloud of dust.

"Wow--"

The clanging of metal echoed incessantly. In the blink of an eye, amidst billowing dust, a massive mechanical ape-man slowly rose from the city ruins, its scarlet electronic eyes fixed on Jiang Jianxin, its killing intent palpable.

However, it didn't even have time to stand upright completely—

Jiang Jianxin had one hand behind his back and casually swung his sword with the other.

"Om————"

A thin, sharp sword aura cleaved vertically like a line. It swept silently across the sky, smoothly cleaving more than ten remaining high-rise buildings in two.

The sword energy continued its momentum, effortlessly disappearing into the massive body of the mechanical ape-man.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

"boom--!"

Immediately, the giant ape split open and collapsed with a crash, without even uttering a single howl, before turning into a pile of lifeless scrap metal.

As the monster fell, its body rapidly dissolved, turning into a viscous black river that silently seeped into the foundations of the surrounding buildings.

"Buzz-"

The reinforced concrete seemed to be infused with life, and the building began to twist, writhe, and emit a low groan.

Jiang Jianxin coldly observed the changes in the building, simply raising his hand, palm up, and uttering two words:
"Sword comes——"

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of miles away, at the Sword Tomb in Zhenbei City.

At the beginning of the apocalypse, the tens of thousands of longswords she had forged from the unity of ten thousand swords trembled together and emitted a buzzing sound.

The next moment, ten thousand swords soared into the sky, transforming into a massive torrent of metal that swept across the heavens and earth, tearing through the sky and rushing toward the location of the Sword Master.

Tens of thousands of longswords swirled and danced, surrounding the Sword Master, their sword intent chilling like the arrival of winter.

In the sky, they converged into a huge metal disc, slowly rotating and blotting out the sun.

The sunlight was fragmented, filtering through the gaps in the blade to cast tiny, shimmering spots of light on the ground.

Jiang Jianxin stood at the center of the sword wheel, his clothes fluttering, his eyes as cold as ice.

She slowly raised her hand and pressed it down—

"boom--!"

The giant metal ship crashed to the ground with the force to crush mountains and rivers.

The sword energy surged and spread like a tide, and those towering buildings that were restless and twisting upwards crumbled like fragile sandcastles under the sword wheel, turning into ruins in an instant.

A dust storm shot into the sky, and a figure slowly emerged.

Jiang Jianxin flicked her sleeves, her expression calm and serene, as if what had just crushed the entire city was merely an ordinary opening move among her myriad sword techniques.

The Sword Tomb in Zhenbei City serves as the female protagonist's armory. This way, she doesn't have to forge people's pots and pans into swords, thus disrupting the lives of ordinary people. With an armory, she can simply retrieve swords from Zhenbei City whenever needed.

This is the real reason why the female protagonist went to Zhenbei City at the beginning; there are no useless plot points.