I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

She seemed to be commenting, yet also expressing regret.

"Every sword strike is intended to injure someone, yet I fear it might be too heavy. Hesitating and indecisive, my sword has become dull."

She swung her sword backhand.

The sword slashed diagonally, both fast and ruthless.

Jingliu barely dodged, but was still struck on the shoulder by the sword wind.

A tear appeared in the shoulder of the garment, and blood seeped out, instantly freezing into red ice by the cold air.

"Master!"

Qi Ye's voice burst forth from the depths of her consciousness.

"Damn it, you powerful figure, please don't hurt my master!"

"Didn't you say you were coming to help me? How could you be so ruthless!"

[System prompt: The target of the summoned deity is the IF line - the Great Lord of Annihilation Mirror Flow.]

During the summoning process, the summoned entity retains its complete personality and combat judgment. The system cannot interfere with its behavior.

"No, is it reasonable for you to bring in someone who wanted to kill my master to help me?"

The selection of the target for invoking the gods is automatically matched based on the causal relationship between the content of the bet and the host himself.

If you are dissatisfied, you can bring your own target next time.

"There's going to be a next time? You dare tell me how this thing comes with its own target?"

The fighting outside continues.

Mirror Stream has been forced into a defensive posture.

Every time she drew her sword, her opponent seemed to anticipate her moves.

You can either dodge by brushing past the sword's wind or parry with minimal movement.

Then retaliate.

Every strike was stronger than hers.

"Your sword is too lonely."

The silver-haired "Qiye" deflected Jingliu's ice sword with a single stroke, the tip of the sword touching her throat but not piercing it.

"Your mind is filled with sin, remorse, and the dead."

Your sword, like you, is bound tightly to the past.

"How could such a sword possibly defeat me?"

Jingliu gritted his teeth, his eyes surging with intense emotions.

She wanted to retort, but couldn't utter a word.

Because every word the other person said hit her where it hurt the most.

"That's why I said I'd teach you a lesson."

The silver-haired version of "Qiye" sheathed her sword and took a step back, like a teacher giving a student room to breathe.

"Put away your arrogance. That's not how you wield a sword."

She raised her hand, sword tip pointing to the sky, and made a gentle slash.

A beam of moonlight was drawn down from the tip of the sword.

It was as if she had drawn a wisp of moonlight from the sky, which landed on the sword, making the entire sword suddenly shine ten times brighter.

"Look closely, this is the kind of sword we should have."

She slashed forward.

The sword light was like a reversed Milky Way, and the silvery-white sword pressure swept over Jingliu.

The entire square was illuminated, as if someone had plucked the moon from the sky and smashed it on the ground.

Jingliu raised his sword to meet him.

"boom!"

The two beams of light collided.

Stone bricks flew everywhere, lampposts snapped at the base, and trees along the square were all knocked to one side by the blast wave.

When the light faded, Jingliu knelt on one knee, the ice sword shattered, leaving only the hilt.

Her white hair was scattered all over the ground, and her shoulders, arms, and waist were covered with fine wounds.

As the sword light faded, the square appeared as if it had been washed by moonlight.

Qi Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally finished. System, can you end the summoning of the gods now?"

"This thing is too strange. If we let her stay any longer, my master will really have to send her to the Pill Refining Department."

[Can the object of the invocation still be maintained? Should it be proactively discontinued?]

"Break! Break it now! If you don't break it now, I'll freeze into an icicle!"

My body is full of cold energy; it's no wonder I catch a cold!

He had just finished speaking when a voice came from Qi Ye's body.

"Disciple, do you dislike your master that much?"

Qi Ye was stunned.

The sound was unexpectedly gentle, catching him off guard for a moment.

It took him several seconds to realize that his body was still being controlled by the spirit medium.

And "she" is speaking.

"No, wait a minute."

Qi Ye called out in his heart.

"You...can you hear me?"

"nature."

Qi Ye was even more confused:

"System! How can it still talk to me?! Is this some kind of bonus I received when I possessed it?"

[When there is a causal relationship between the summoned deity and the host, the deity can sense the host's consciousness. This is a normal phenomenon.]

Why didn't you say so sooner!

You didn't ask.

Qi Ye almost had a heart attack from anger caused by this system.

He took a deep breath and then spoke cautiously:

"Then... then Master Jingliu, I was also your disciple in another timeline."

The silver-haired, red-eyed "Qiye" closed her eyes briefly.

"Yes, I was once your master too."

"what?"

Chapter 203 My Past Self

Meanwhile, the mirror flow had recovered.

She used the broken sword hilt to support herself as she stood up.

Looking at "Qiye," at this being with white hair and red eyes just like himself, yet completely different.

Looking at his self-talking expression, she recalled the strange light cones on Qi Ye's body.

After a moment of silence, she spoke:

"You are me in the future."

Qi Ye looked up at her, her eyes showing no emotion.

"It seems you're not as aloof as I imagined. I am indeed, in fact, your future self."

"Yeah."

Jing Liu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at her coldly.

"I don't agree with any of your previous lectures."

I haven't seen you forget any past; you're simply better than me.

"I was just giving my opinion."

"Your opinion? What do you know! I..."

"What do you know!"

IF Line Mirror raised her voice, this was the first time she had truly been angry since her arrival.

"What have you been through to dare say I don't understand?"

What you've lost, I've also lost.

What you couldn't protect, I couldn't protect either.

Do you think you're the only one being chased by the past?

She walked step by step toward Jingliu, her ice sword hanging at her side, radiating a chilling aura.

"As I've come this far, I've trod over countless corpses, including enemies, comrades, and people I once risked my life to save."

I understand the past better than you think.

So what? Just because you carry it on your back, does that mean it will become your sword?

The heavier you carry, the heavier your sword becomes; in the end, you won't be able to save even one person.

Under the moonlight, the two were less than three steps apart.

"So, what do you know?"

Instead of retreating, Jingliu took a step forward.

She was covered in injuries and could barely stand, but her imposing manner was unyielding.

"You think you can become stronger by letting go of the past? You've probably forgotten who you even are."

Whether I forget or not, it's still better than you.

"Just because you're better than me, you think you're right?"

Neither of them would give in.

It felt as if two chilling gusts of air were silently colliding, causing the temperature in the square to drop even further.

Qi Ye felt as if her internal organs were about to freeze into ice crystals, sandwiched between her body parts.

"Masters! Masters! Calm down, calm down!"

Let's talk this out! If you keep arguing like this, I'll feel bad.

Both mirror streams paused simultaneously.

Then one gave a cold "humph," and the other gave a faint "hmm."

Qi Ye breathed a sigh of relief and quickly struck while the iron was hot:

"Well, since you're going to be my future master, can you tell me how you became the Great Lord of Annihilation?"

Your skill level has increased by quite a bit.

From the Five Valiant Warriors of the Clouds to the Great Ruler of Annihilation, is there some kind of certification required in between?

IF Line Mirror Flow was silent for a while, seemingly lost in a long memory.