What does it mean that they all lived with lifelong regrets?

Before Xie Jiexue, the flames of war had already spread to the horizon.

The earth trembled, the air was filled with the scorching smell of blood and a biting chill, the breath of demons clashed with the sword sect's formation, bursting forth with sword light and demonic flames.

She had lost count of how many times she had swung her sword.

With each sword strike, a demon was transformed into an ice sculpture, which then shattered into countless ice crystals in the next instant, drifting away with the wind.

But there were too many of them—like a tireless tide, surging toward her wave after wave.

The area that had just been cleared was quickly filled with new demons before it could even catch its breath.

It was pitch black in front of me, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Xie Jiexue vaguely realized that this time was the same as the last time, both were attempts to kill her in advance.

Last time, the demons launched a surprise attack in full force to kill her, but they failed. Instead, because of Lin Wuhua's sacrifice, she became the Sword Master.

After she became the Sword Master, she killed far too many demons.

Whether driven by hatred or a sense of duty, killing the demon was something she had to do.

In fact, in the foreseeable future, Xie Jiexue will almost certainly become the Sword Master—the first Sword Master in the history of the Sword Sect.

Therefore, this time they would rather concentrate their strength to directly attack the Supreme Sword Sect, which poses the greatest threat, rather than break through from the weakest point.

They wanted to kill Xie Jiexue, the greatest threat—after all, a true Supreme Sword Master would be able to fully wield the Supreme Frost Sword, rather than merely borrowing its power temporarily.

This is unimaginable for demons.

Even though Xie Jiexue is not strong now and can only use the Supreme Frost for a short period of time, she can still consistently kill powerful demons close to the front line, forcing them to avoid her attacks.

If she were not bound by the Supreme Frost, but could instead wield it, then demons would have virtually no future.

"Sword Master—" a disciple's roar came from behind, "The left flank has fallen!"

Xie Jiexue did not respond.

A biting, icy wind howled around her, heading straight for the left wing.

Wherever it went, the demons and monsters shattered into ice.

Xie Jiexue raised his sword again and used his mind to lock onto a powerful demon that was getting too close.

The Supreme Frost suddenly locked onto it, and the demon's flames were instantly suppressed back into its body, like a fire being pinched back by a hand.

Under the cold and unyielding pressure of the sword, ice crystals began to grow on its surface.

Then, the blade sliced ​​through the vast distance, splitting the void in two.

From the spot where it was cut open, frost spread instantly, and the corpse didn't even have time to fall before turning into fine ice dust.

This is the Supreme Frost.

For demons, it is a terrifying being that combines locking, suppression, destruction, and annihilation.

From this perspective, it was indeed created to slay demons.

In fact, execution would be a more appropriate term.

But Xie Jiexue coughed lightly twice.

The sword bone inside her body trembled under the strain, and her meridians ached.

The Supreme Frost is definitely not a warm sword.

Picking it up comes at a price.

Xie Jiexue raised her eyes.

The auras of several powerful demons vanished instantly, disappearing into the torrent of lesser demons.

But Xie Jiexue did not relax.

They were waiting for her to exhaust herself, and there was no way she could hold the sword forever.

There seems to be some movement on the right wing as well.

There are far too many minor demons, and far too few disciples of the Sword Sect who remain here.

The sword in my hand was getting heavier and heavier, and the chill emanating from the hilt began to creep up my hand that was gripping the sword.

Xie Jiexue closed her eyes, then opened them again.

"It's time," she thought.

She closed her eyes and sank into the lake of her heart.

At this moment, the lake of the heart has stopped snowing, and the wind is long gone.

Beneath the thick layer of ice, only a faint warm current flowed, suggesting that this place was not once a single block of ice.

Xie Jiexue made a decision with her eyes closed.

She must erase the last lingering echo of Lin Wuhua within the sword bone and become the true master of the sword.

The sword bone throbbed violently, and the warm current became active, as if questioning her, or perhaps struggling.

In a daze, Xie Jiexue felt a profound chill.

But she ignored it.

She thought it was probably a clash between the sword and the bone.

"Supreme—forgetfulness of emotions."

As the internal energy cultivation method began to circulate, Xie Jiexue's sword bones started to crackle.

For a fleeting moment, a faint flame appeared before Xie Jiexue's eyes.

In the flames was a dilapidated temple.

A boy sat by a fire, the flames burning and the dry firewood crackling and popping from time to time.

The ground was covered with dry grass, and she sat next to the boy, taking small bites of a juicy rabbit.

The boy smiled smugly: "Girl, don't underestimate my skills."

But before she could see clearly, a gust of cold wind swept over.

As expected, the flame went out.

She succeeded.

......

Everything happened too fast, in the blink of an eye.

Xie Jiexue stared blankly at her outstretched hand, then looked up at the sky.

Nothing happened.

The anticipated surge of power, which should have been abundant and flowed in like a tide, did not materialize at all.

But suddenly, Xie Jiexue's pupils contracted.

She lowered her head and looked down at her feet.

The ground beneath my feet was once covered in snow, but now, the snow on the ice is disappearing inch by inch.

The clear ice surface reappeared.

She saw it, that fifteen-year-old version of herself, reflected in the pool.

That...she was saved by Lin Wuhua.

The fifteen-year-old girl timidly gazed at the ice surface, and at the Supreme Sword Master outside the ice.

She seemed to be asking, "Can you face me?"

"I......"

Xie Jiexue staggered back a few steps, feeling her throat tighten.

"I...you...I..."

Snap—crack—

The moment she stepped back, a huge crack appeared on the ice.

Crackling sound—

Click—

The second, the third, the fourth...

Countless cracks appeared on the girl's body and instantly spread to the entire ice surface.

Xie Jiexue suddenly felt an immense, primal panic.

Instinctively, she knelt down and tried to press the crack in the ice with her hands.

Large tears welled up from the corners of her eyes.

"No, you can't do this, you can't..."

But she could no longer do it.

More cracks exploded, causing chunks of ice to fly up.

Xie Jiexue knelt on the largest piece of ice, futilely stretching out his hand, watching the other fragments fly away.

More things emerged from the reflection of the shattered ice.

The bonfire in the dilapidated temple, the rabbit on the flames, Lin Wuhua hugging his knees, myself sitting at the desk learning to read, the bamboo skewer for candied hawthorn, the half-lit lotus lantern...

They scattered and flew away, falling into the darkness, into the unknowable void.

Finally, the ice beneath her feet shattered.

She fell into the dark void and lost all consciousness.