People are in reality, transcending the other side

Chapter 1005 The Mad Heavenly Dao
Of course, this matter itself also carries enormous risks.

The creation of heroic spirits is too mysterious; no one can guarantee that the collision of these two forces will not cause some more terrifying disaster.

Humanity has no other choice.

The sage who possesses the ability to foresee the future has already foreseen humanity's inevitable demise.

This is humanity's struggle!
After all, the outcome can't get any worse.

"Your body is entrusted to my command! My destiny is tied to your sword."

"Those who respond to the call of Heaven and follow this will and principle, answer me!"

"I am..."

Strange incantations echoed through the warehouse, and countless eyes, through various devices, were intently watching the scene unfold.

Finally, the magic circle erupted with a blood-red light, and the black broken sword trembled.

At this moment, the world's timeline was completely disrupted, countless bizarre lines intertwined, and countless frenzied words echoed, as if the world had fallen into a true apocalypse.

Until, amidst that boundless crimson, a hand flowing with countless curses grasped the black, broken sword.

In an instant, all the bizarre and madness came to an abrupt end.

"Long time no see, old friend."

A white-haired youth pulled out the broken sword, and the damage on it was naturally repaired.

Only then did everyone finally see the white-haired boy's face clearly. He was very young, wearing a white robe with a white cloak on his back. The white robe had no decorations or patterns, but the cloak had strange patterns on it.

It was an upside-down Kabbalah life chart.

At this moment, everyone involved knew that a problem had arisen and a huge variable had emerged.

"Our understanding of the supernatural and heroic spirits is still too shallow..."

Someone murmured.

In their calculations, the artificial heroic spirits summoned by the broken sword were likely one of the former sword slaves.

Sword slaves are beasts that only know how to kill, and can maximize the power of the broken sword.

But at this moment, everything indicates that this heroic spirit is not a sword slave.

"What's your real name?!"

Shen Yue asked at this moment.

According to the contract, heroic spirits must reveal their true names, even those who have lost their sense of self. If they do not speak, it can only prove that everything has spiraled out of control.

At that time, all the nuclear bombs around will detonate, annihilating everything.

"Li Qi!"

"Or rather, Li Qi ten years from now."

“Your wise men should now know my origins.”

"I abandoned everything and came from hell to earth."

"Seven days later, the blood coffin will appear in Ming City."

"Nothing else matters, the Blood Coffin must be destroyed!"

At this moment, Li Qi, in the future, had only one thought: to destroy the Blood Coffin.

Because after seven days, the Blood Coffin completely disappeared for the next ten years. Even though he searched the whole world, he couldn't find it. Unable to take revenge, he couldn't die in peace. So, ten years later, when humanity perished, he was still barely clinging to life.

It could even be said that it was the intense hatred that kept him from being completely consumed by the evil spirits within him.

Although the broken sword was terrifying, it was nothing compared to the hatred in his heart.

As long as hatred exists, willpower has no end.

Upon hearing this, all those who were paying attention to the matter displayed a variety of reactions.

"It turned out to be you!"

At this moment, Shen Yue's pupils contracted slightly.

She recognized Li Qi. Although they hadn't interacted much back in Tiannan, she still remembered him. In fact, it was this memory that led her to take extra care of Li Qi seven days later, which helped him survive until the end.

This is human nature; when it comes to saving lives, it's natural to choose to save those you know first.

She initially felt that Li Qi's appearance was somewhat familiar, but the name, combined with her abilities, immediately confirmed his identity.

"This is cause and effect, and also destiny!"

Ten years later, Li Qi spoke calmly and serenely.

Within this magic circle lies his weapon, which he had used for a long time. However, this weapon was destroyed in his final battle, a battle in which the world-destroying calamity of the Seventy-Two Pillars of Solomon descended, and he perished within it.

He was later resurrected thanks to a resurrection item.

But the broken sword was completely destroyed inside.

It was at that time that Li Qi realized that the sword he used to kill the strange creature was not the real thing, but a copy, a projection.

The real sword may still be in that dark sun; if one could obtain it, perhaps one could truly vanquish all evil.

The black sun only appeared once.

The connection between Li Qi and the Broken Sword runs deep, and Shen Yue is the key to changing his fate seven days later; it is with her help that he survives.

That time, Shen Yue's spirit was not him, but the sword slave.

The blood coffin obliterated the sword slave, but failed to erase the broken sword.

It was the superposition of these two causes that prevented him from getting lost in time, and allowed him to descend into this era as a heroic spirit, aided by a strange power even more terrifying than the nine cataclysmic natural disasters.

"The power that creates heroic spirits is none other than a true Heavenly Dao-level anomaly, a mad Heavenly Dao, surpassing even the Nine Great Calamities!"

The future Li Qi already knows the truth and the world's incurable nature.

The bizarre are the favored ones of the new Heavenly Way; humanity is nothing but the garbage of the old era.

It's something that needs to be cleaned up.

"It's incredible..."

Shen Yue said.

She was amazed; she hadn't expected Li Qi to have such an attitude.

Who could have imagined that an ordinary passerby from our memories would one day have such an attitude?

However, she also knew that there must be a huge price to pay for this.

How could a mortal soul possibly bear such a curse?!

"I don't need to go through everything I went through again; I will rewrite everything."

"Even if the script is written by the Heavenly Dao..."

The future Li Qi made up his mind.

……

In his room in Mingcheng, Li Qi summoned his own heroic spirit.

As his mental energy was depleted, a phantom first materialized in the room, and then quickly became real.

She was a small, dark-skinned child with dry, yellow hair like wild grass. She was twelve years old, but looked no different from a seven or eight-year-old.

"Brother, long time no see."

After Li Yu materialized, his eyes became more lively.

She wore dirty hemp clothes; her attire and her person were an integral part of each other, a reflection of her true self in history.

As for the name Li Yu, it was given to her by Li Qi a long time ago.

The existence of heroic spirits is special; even after they are summoned and disappear, their memories do not disappear.

Or rather, their true forms are in a strange, frozen state, which can only be rewritten by opening the dream world.

Other openings are one thing, but a slave opening is a guaranteed death sentence.

(End of this chapter)