Am I doing something wrong while playing games in another world?

He finally remembered.

"He" had seen that person a long, long time ago.

However, in the memory of that sword, he was just like the rising sun, proud and fearless.

The last time I saw him, his black hair had blended into the color of the snow.

He sat down on a piece of bluestone with a haggard look on his face, and stretched out his thin hand towards the Taishan Mansion Lord's Gift Sword. The stars in the sky that were once reflected in his eyes were covered with filth, and his wrinkled face was no longer there.

He lost his high-spirited appearance at the beginning.

The sword-wielding boy in the memory of Jun Lijian of Taishan Prefecture is dead after all.

The overturned mountain gate killed half of him.

The disappearance of his lover ruined the light of his life.

It turns out that I have never been away for half my life, and I am still a young man when I come back.

Once you move forward, you can never go back to the past. If not, how could there be so many people picking up the flowers in the morning and evening?

"Jun Lijian of Taishan Mansion, are you sad for him?" Changxue Temple Master murmured.

This is not the first time that he has seen the remaining memories in the Taishan Mansion Jun Li Sword.

This sword is like a mechanism box, locking layers of the past inside the box, preventing others from seeing it.

Only occasionally when he feels the same way, he will follow the Taishan Prefecture Jun Lijian and see the countless things that Taishan Prefecture Jun Lijian has experienced in history from the perspective of a bystander.

And that young man’s face occupies quite a lot of memories of Taishan Prefecture’s Jun Lijian. In other words, among the various generations of sword holders, only that young man has his face reflected in Taishan Prefecture’s Jun Lijian.

Apex.

His name is Jing Chu.

The youngest disciple in the direct lineage of the Sword Sect of that generation, the sword holder who had just passed by the Master of Taishan Prefecture.

In these lonely years, there were very few people who were recognized by Taishan Prefecture Jun Lijian, and he was the first master who made Taishan Prefecture Jun Lijian sincerely hope that he could hold it and fight.

However, at the end of the story, the wind blew away the flowers, and the Netherworld's divine sword bloomed with endless sword light in front of the already old man, cutting off the three flowers on his head.

His withered energy could no longer support the figure that was riddled with holes. He raised his head blankly, as if he wanted to reach out and touch the Taishan Mansion Lord's Sword, but in the end he was rejected by the cold wall of sword energy.

The divine sword is still high, but the boy holding the sword is no longer the boy holding the sword.

That exciting memory seemed to resonate with the master of Changxue Monastery, and all kinds of tastes, sweet, sweet, bitter, and spicy, were transmitted to him through the memory of the Jun Lijian of Taishan Mansion.

"I promised you to save him, and I will keep my word. It doesn't matter whether I play this game or not, but my disciple cannot die. He is a beacon and a necessity for me to anchor the past. You want to kill him?"

Suddenly there was a thunderclap in the sky, lighting up the sky shrouded in dark clouds.

The air was filled with water vapor, and the flowers, birds, insects, and fish around the palace complex suddenly lost their voices. The noise of the past was no longer there, and the world became quiet again.

Lines of obscure sword light bloomed from the body of the Changxue Temple Master who was sitting quietly, attacking the black clouds.

The sword light was like a retrograde wave, flying across the sky.

An ear-piercing thunder resounded in the sky again, and the next moment, streaks of thunder and lightning descended from the sky, and the sword energy covering the sky was forcibly pressed down in the night sky lit by thunder.

Changxue Temple Master stood still, raised his head slightly and looked at the thunder, and sneered slightly:

"How many times can you stop it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the suppressed sword light exploded one after another, and a semicircular barrier that expanded outward blocked the continuous thunder.

A ray of black light passed through the night sky, and the majesty of thunder was shrouded in an even deadlier night.

The Master of Changxue Temple took a step forward, pulled out the Taishan Mansion Jun's Sword that was stuck on the ground, and circled it gently like a sword dance.

The black light that burst out turned into sword energy that shot up into the sky. In mid-air, the sword energy began to become a little unstable. The sword energy that was originally like trailing meteors transformed into a galloping undead army in mid-air.

The army of undead and the sky that almost turned into a thunder pool were intertwined. After all, Changxue Temple was the winner.

A gap was torn open in the sky.

In an instant, as if time had gone back, Changxue Monastery Master let out a groan, as if he saw the extremely skinny Jing Chu, who was not in pain after being cut off from the top of the Three Flowers. Instead, he seemed to be relieved, taking heavy steps,

He walked up to Taishan Mansion Jun Lijian with a smile and pointed at the sword lightly:

"For latecomers, don't lose your way. If you want to go up to the blue sky and reach the underworld, just go beyond our corpses!"

After the words fell, a peach blossom outlined by the illusory sword energy flew out from the Taishan Mansion Jun's ceremonial sword and merged into the body of Temple Master Changxue. In a trance, Temple Master Changxue heard the old man whispering:

"You and this sword heart are the last sword we will strike."

The peach blossom withered, and a sword energy that resembled Taishan Fujun's sword energy, but was more bleak and withered, passed over the sword energy released by Changxue Temple Master and blended into the night.

—In the copy of Tianmen Broken Sword—

Yun Xuzi slowly stopped breathing.

The young senior brother who had his back turned to him put on a strange smile, pushed the door open and left the room, then yelled in panic.

Soon, the tranquility of the Red River Valley at night was broken.

Looking at the extraordinary beings coming one after another, the young senior brother smiled and snapped his fingers.

The sneer on his face was stunned for a moment, and his eyes became a little dull. He looked around confusedly, and finally remembered something in his mind.

He stared stiffly at Yun Xuzi, who was motionless on the bed, with a blank look on his face.

As more and more people gathered around, the door of this "junior brother" was blocked.

At this time, more and more people are rushing here.

Suddenly, a gloomy voice sounded, and the people who had been surrounding him paused and dispersed one after another.

In Yun Xuzi's room, a figure turned from virtual to real, looking at the motionless body quietly, and after a long while he spoke for a long time:

"Sure enough, if you want to seize the opportunity to reverse the future, how can it be such a simple thing? If you drop an anchor point, it will be removed by Him. It is a pity for this child, alas~"

His face was buried in the cloak, and no one could see his expression. After observing for a while, he found no movement from Yun Xuzi. He could only shake his head helplessly, and wanted to turn around and leave.

If it could be so simple to bury an anchor in the fragments of time, then there would be no joys and sorrows in this world.

However, the anchor point is easy to set, but it is extremely difficult to maintain it.

For those who have not yet set foot in the lives of demigods, demigods are already a nightmare that can destroy the world, let alone gods.

And those targeting the anchors are far more terrifying than the known gods.

His expression was a little helpless. Wasn't he the same at the beginning?

Perhaps the most fortunate thing for those lower civilizations is that they can live in a world that has not been developed by outsiders, so that they have enough time to develop and grow in peace!

The man in black robe is proud. He has no bloodline or resources. He only has a pretty good talent, which easily attracted the teacher's attention.

It was his teacher who told him that he was a rare swordsman genius, but the "Tao" in this world has not yet been perfected and is still in its infancy. It is extremely difficult to enter the Tao with a sword.

Compared with the benefits of practicing swordsmanship day after day, year after year, it would be better for him to continuously tap into his own bloodline, even if his potential is limited, than to be trapped in this narrow world.

Martial arts, for him, should have been a path that he would explore in order to go further after developing his bloodline to its upper limit.

But he refused to accept it. He believed that as long as he could still hold the sword, he would be a genius who could rival his contemporaries.

He cannot let go of the sword in his hand, just as he cannot enter the hearts of others.

Later, his world was captured by the Arcane Empire's Ether Ark, and together with the entire world, it was pulled into the cluster of planes affiliated with the Arcane Empire. When the roaring missiles of the Arcane Empire destroyed his country, he

Finally, I discovered that everything I pursued in the past was meaningless in the face of even more terrifying forces.

Later, he embarked on a path that did not seek love, but only strength. Fortunately, although he was born in a small world, he still had some talents. After more than 1,300 years, he finally got to where he is today.

But despite this, he also knew very well that the possibility of reversing the future was really too low.

For gods, faith is the anchor.

For the godlike ones, the people covered by the professional system they have inherited are the anchor point.

Even some magical weapons with special effects are called anchor points.

As long as these magical weapons existed in the past, the top experts could often use their unanchored points to trace back to their origins and position themselves in this era.

Then what?

Then not long after, the magic weapon was broken.

Because they may be able to serve as anchors, but they cannot withstand the power of the times.

Not to mention sending people from the future to "time fragments" peeled off from the past timeline.

If the top strong men can easily travel to the past era, why do they need the existence of an anchor point? They are the strongest anchor points in the world when all heavens are unified.

But due to various reasons, the strong men in the past cannot go to the future, and the strong men in the future cannot go back to the past.

It is precisely for this reason that they would think of using magical weapons, fanatic believers who existed in the past, and lives closely related to them as anchor points.

Yun Xuzi is obviously such an existence, a great existence whose strength has reached the upper limit recognized by the man in black robe, an anchor point dropped from the distant future into the fragments of time belonging to the past.

Unfortunately, this anchor point will eventually disappear.

"Everyone wants to change the past, so no one can change the past." He turned around and wanted to leave. Yun Xuzi's body meant nothing to him.

However, he suddenly felt a creepy force that tore through all the restrictions and descended on the room.

An old man in ragged clothes, with a pale face, walked up to him step by step. His sharp eyes made the man in black robe subconsciously pull on his hood and lower his head slightly.

It was a completely different existence from the sword cultivator in his memory. It was as powerful and sharp as any sword immortal, but the desolation of everything on his body was not at all like any sword cultivator he had seen in the past, even if the sword

The energy is very strange and contains a lot of artistic conceptions of great ruin, but there is still a burning will inside.

The sword energy remaining on the ragged old man's body was dirty and turbid, strong and sharp, and most importantly, the will contained in it was completely scattered.

This was completely different from the sword immortal he understood. Rather than saying that the remaining sword energy on his body was full of desolation and withering, it would be better to say that the being who displayed this sword energy was not a living creature at all.

On the contrary, it is more like a life born from the gathering of pure death due to the extreme necessity of things.

As if he noticed the man in black robe, he turned his head slightly to look at him, his eyes were dim and dull, as if he had been deprived of vision.

The old man smiled at him, but for some reason, the man in black robe seemed to feel something small and sharp scratching his face from his ear. The slight sting and the fear in his heart made him shudder.

The hair on the back of my head suddenly stood up.

The old man looked at the man in black robe, and finally tilted his head to look at Yun Xuzi lying on the bed, and suddenly showed a nasty smile:

"You are really weak, Yun Xuzi!"

"After all, you haven't changed anything, you gave up~ I'm very disappointed."

"I can understand your choice, but I definitely don't agree with it. I would rather make a mistake than do nothing."

"So, take my sword and stand up. There is still a long way to go."

His figure slowly dissipated, and his thin hand gently touched Yun Xuzi's head. The sword energy formed a peach blossom in full bloom and was engraved on Yun Xuzi's forehead.

"You have to walk the next road by yourself."

The man in black robe looked at the old man who was slowly disappearing and felt goosebumps all over his body.

He murmured:

"Are there so many idealists in this timeline? What happened? How long ago did more than 30 gods and god-like beings put their anchors into this era?

It's a pity that most of the anchor points have no meaning of existence. The idealist's elegy will eventually be defeated by the cruel reality. There are so many reversals of the future in this world. I just didn't expect that the one who struck the last sword would

It turns out to be you!

This is really—things in the world are unpredictable! Descendants of the Sword Bearing Sect, have you still not given up on becoming sword bearers after all?"

He looked at Yun Xuzi lying on the bed, and the death wish on his body was actually reversed by the brilliant and fearless efforts of a peerless swordsman.

"Are you the sword holder of the Taishan Prefecture Jun's Gift Sword? It seems like you have to meet Jing Chu from the Negative Sword Sect. After a while, you cut such a dazzling sword. You must be the strongest sword in this era.

Bar!"

He let go of his hand, and an obscure sword light appeared in his palm, which was the breath he intercepted before the old man dissipated.

He pursed his lips, and sure enough, it was the sword energy of Taishan Mansion's Jun Lijian. Although it was a little different, in essence, it was indeed the same thing.

In a daze, he seemed to hear a Netherworld Divine Sword trembling in the Red River Valley. Under the influence of a familiar force, it was slowly waking up.

The man in black robe glanced at Yun Xuzi, whose heart was beating again, and chuckled: "This makes me even more curious. Lucky boy, it seems that you are not the only one who uses you as an anchor!"