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Chapter 358. Forget it, child.

More mechanical creatures are surging in from afar. Can you wipe them all out?

In the silence where dust spread, intuition asked in my mind.

The city is filled with countless mechanical creations, and it is very worried about Jiang Jianxin.

The machines keep coming, but will my sword ever come to an end?

Jiang Jianxin asked indifferently.

After recalling her swordsmanship, her attack power and endurance returned to their peak. Now, the sword intent within her body is like breathing, inexhaustible, and power surges from her limbs and bones, flowing endlessly like spring water breaking through ice.

With her back to the city, she did not look at the roar and tremors emanating from the approaching black tide.

Jiang Jianxin slightly raised his right hand, his five fingers outstretched, as if he were feeling the wind, or as if he were summoning something.

"Om————"

In the midst of the somber silence, slowly, the frozen wreckage of the mecha, the scattered metal fragments on the street corner, the broken steel bars buried deep underground... all the metallic objects emitted a low, resonant sound.

"Whizzing--"

After hovering slightly to a certain distance, they broke free from their restraints, soared into the sky, and converged in the air to form a continuously rising black iron mountain that blotted out the sun.

Jiang Jianxin clenched his fists and shouted in a clear voice:

"Ten Thousand Swords—Paying Homage to the Ancestor!"

“Buzz————————”

Scrap iron, tempered and reborn under the scorching sun, is sharpened into swords, transforming into a torrential rain of swords that flows into the long river of ten thousand swords that roars from Zhenbei City.

The Cam River meanders for thousands of miles, its shimmering, cold light flowing under the sun like a silver dragon soaring through the sky.

"go with!"

Jiang Jianxin waved his hand, and a river of swords suddenly burst forth, piercing straight into the depths of the mechanical frenzy.

"Om-"

Where the sword rained down, all machinery shattered; scrap iron fell to the ground and was then quenched and forged into swords once more.

This cycle repeated itself endlessly, and as far as the eye could see, the silver river of swords spread like a living thing, growing wider and wider, swallowing up the dark mechanical turmoil inch by inch.

When the last piece of scrap iron was refined and absorbed, the deafening roar of the surging sword energy abruptly ceased.

The massive river of swords slowly turned its head in the air, gathering all its killing intent, and like a docile giant python, it circled around Jiang Jianxin, swimming gently.

She stood still, her clothes fluttering gently in the post-disaster breeze, with the vast, clear sky behind her now silent.

Jiang Jianxin gazed at the surging Sword River before him, his eyes seemingly piercing through time and space, landing on some distant point, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

As if speaking to the truth within her mind, her voice carried a distant, nostalgic quality:
"Do you know that when the cultivation world was in chaos last time, there were demons everywhere?"

The shortest of them are three stories high, and the tallest are over a hundred stories high.

"At that time, I was standing on the mountaintop, and I couldn't even see the monster's head."

Memories flooded back like a tidal wave, and the monster's body was like a moving mountain, each step causing the earth to tremble.

Faced with such immense terror, she was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

Back then, the Sword Master didn't even have the Fearless shielding effect, a basic ability of the War faction.

She was naturally afraid. But what she feared was not death itself, but that the sword in her hand was not fast enough or sharp enough, that this three-foot-long blade could not slay all the demons, nor protect the myriad lights behind her.

The war lasted for an unknown period of time. She fought from sunrise to sunset, exhausting her true energy and burning her life essence until blood slowly seeped from her seven orifices and her spiritual meridians were completely depleted. It was in that extreme destruction that she finally unleashed a sword strike that surpassed all limits and was enough to rewrite the history of swordsmanship.

As the survivors emerged from the ruins, embracing and cheering for their survival, and as the celebratory bells rang through the sky, heralding the arrival of a new tomorrow—the Sword Master, who had saved the world, lay on the scorched earth like a broken puppet.

She could not see the light piercing the darkness, could not hear the deafening cheers, and could not feel any warmth.

All five senses were lost, and all was silent. Only in the deepest part of his mind remained a sliver of consciousness, echoing his last murmur to himself:
"You did it, Jiang Jianxin. Just bear with it... Soon, you'll be able to get a very, very long sleep."

"...Next time I wake up...I'll be a normal person."

In that cycle, she ultimately transformed into a wisp of breeze in the mountains, without regrets, yet without leaving a trace.

Jiang Jianxin sighed softly, his gaze returning to the ever-flowing sword river around him, his expression complex, lost in thought.

Faced with her sentiments, the answer, Truth, remained silent.

In fact, the past it sees through its omniscient perspective is far more profound than what Jiang Jianxin knows—

After the Sword Master of yesteryear vanished, a figure dressed in black robes quietly emerged from the void.

Holding a black umbrella, she slowly walked to the spot where Jiang Jianxin had vanished, and gently reached out to grab at the air, as if pulling something back.

The sound seemed to come from death itself, carrying a cold and damp quality:

"The cycle of reincarnation has ended. I have finally become the Grim Reaper and can come to this line to take you home."

"Step out of the cycle, forget everything, and get some rest."

After saying this, she seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked up into the void, locking onto the answer and truth through a long span of time, looking back at the past.

God raised a pale finger and gently pressed it to his lips.

"Shhh."

……

At this time, the Black Pupil Pharmaceutical building was abandoned.

The young master in the vase looked up at the sky above, which was stained like congealed blood. His pupils contracted, and his face was filled with disbelief and astonishment.

On the originally dense, unyielding crimson sky, a discordant, clear yellow slowly appeared, a color clearly indicating the intrusion of an alien god.

"how so!"

The Crown Prince shouted unwillingly.

He looked into the distance in panic, wanting to see the mechanical frenzy brought by the descent of the gods, but at some point, the tide of mechanical creations had stopped.

At the edge of the horizon, only a long silver river formed by converging swords could be seen slowly swirling and flowing, its cold light shimmering, and the faint, clear sound of swords echoing through the sky, proclaiming absolute victory.

“Click, click…”

A faint but clear mechanical turning sound came from his side.

The young master turned around in horror, only to see the towering television signal tower in the city, like a living giant, slowly turning its huge receiver and precisely locking onto the abandoned building where he was.

Not just this one, but in the distance, many more dark communication towers also turned around in unison, like silent and cold eyes piercing through the barriers of the ruins, staring at him silently, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

At almost the same moment, in a dimension beyond the reach of ordinary people, isolated from this world.

In a pure, all-consuming darkness, a sharp, piercing signal suddenly erupted—a colossal, malevolent object formed from the rolling and coalescing of tens of millions of human eyeballs was hurtling violently toward the bizarre mass of haphazardly pieced together metal and flesh, accompanied by a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

"Bang--------"

Regarding the multi-playthrough mechanism of Jiang Jianxin, and why multiple storylines can occur simultaneously, I wrote a detailed explanation in the comments section and highlighted it. Those who didn't understand this part can go and take a look.