Gazing as the sword qi dissipated, his companions slain in an instant, transformed into the purest turbid qi, returning to the primal cycle of all things in the heavens and earth, the remaining demon gods, whose auras had been so overwhelming, faltered as if in disbelief. The sword in the white-haired swordsman's hand hummed softly.

One with the sword, the sword as the self, he stepped forward instantly.

The sword in his hand pierced the throat of a demon god, sword qi densely filling every inch of its soul, then he spun and slashed, the chilling arc of sword qi sweeping out like a round moon. The many demon gods could no longer restrain themselves, as if knowing neither fear nor dread, roaring as they charged forward. For the second time in his life, Wei Yuan entered a state of absolute selflessness, forgetting even the sword.

It was not the so-called "forgetting the sword" realm of worldly martial artists.

But a complete and utter forgetting.

Moreover—

Where was the sword, really?

The Dao that Lao Tzu spoke of was merely a name he reluctantly gave to that thing.

Then the sword was nothing more than a form and restraint forcibly imposed by the mundane masses.

It was just a name.

Wei Yuan circulated his qi, and as he gradually began to forget, his true spirit brimming with perfection, even the power of karma began to subtly repel him. He raised his hand and unleashed his sword, a seamless motion, ten thousand miles of Kunlun becoming sword qi, sweeping across the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth in an instant. Ahead lay a rain of blood, it was unknown how many he had slaughtered, until even the demon gods halted in their tracks.

Whether it was out of fear, worry, or terror, or perhaps because the clear, bright sword intent ahead had almost materialized, its sharp point aimed at the seemingly sickly and wounded Turbid World Great Venerate, the Great Venerate simply reached out his right hand and pinched the terrifying sword between two fingers.

And so, the sword could not advance an inch.

The Foundation of the Turbid World breathed a sigh of relief.

The Great Venerate was, after all, the Great Venerate.

He had been too worried.

Before he could even speak, the Foundation of the Turbid World's gaze narrowed, seeing a wound appear on the Great Venerate's hand, blood slowly flowing down. The Turbid World Great Venerate, who had seemed so drowsy and listless before, had now completely opened his eyes, looking at the sword aimed directly at his brow. After a long while, he praised, "Yuan."

"I've remembered it, that name."

He looked ahead, seeing how that sword had pierced through countless gods and demons, shattered mountains and myriad laws, and still had strength to spare, reaching directly before his eyes. Following the trajectory of that sword, the clear and smooth line of sight pierced through the mountains, tore apart the bodies of one god and demon after another, majestic and fierce.

His fingers exerted force, a sudden tremor, qi interweaving, the Turbid World shifting.

That radiant sword intent shattered instantly.

Transforming into mist, scattering endlessly.

Even broken, it remained pure and sharp.

The Foundation of the Turbid World said, "He escaped?!"

"It cannot be considered an escape. Once the state of mind and fighting spirit reach their peak, they will decline. He unleashed his most satisfying sword, and so it is only natural to shatter space and take advantage of the momentum to leave."

The Turbid World Great Venerate nodded, returning to his former weary posture, his eyes lowered.

The Foundation of the Turbid World was silent for a moment, then said, "Why didn't you kill him when you had the chance?"

The Venerate paused, then said with a smile:

"Would you believe me if I said I was distracted for a moment?"

The strongest Great Venerate of the Turbid World, distracted by the sword light of a mortal.

Even to the point of subconsciously abandoning the swordsman himself.

Focusing all his attention on stopping that sword.

This meant that the sword had indeed posed a threat to him!

Only then would the Great Venerate of the Turbid World subconsciously block that sword. The Foundation of the Turbid World was silent, then said, "Then it seems, it truly was unparalleled swordsmanship."

The Great Venerate laughed loudly, "Isn't it unparalleled? Haven't you already experienced it yourself?"

"His condition isn't good. That kind of sword can only be unleashed after accumulating momentum through a series of battles. But you must not pursue him. Just let him go. Haha... although if you were to pursue him, he might unleash a similar sword again, that would be消耗消耗his origin."

The Foundation of the Turbid World looked at the woman leaving, and said, "The Thunder God has already sent subordinates to pursue him."

"Should I have my subordinates call her back?"

"Let it be."

The Turbid World Great Venerate lowered his eyes, watching the wound on his finger slowly heal, "Yuan, what fine swordsmanship."

"So, this is the friend you spoke of, Hun Dun."

He suddenly smiled.

"Unfortunately, still a bit green."

It doesn't matter, just wait another three thousand years.

"I'll wait for you, until you are truly qualified to deliver the second sword.

"To kill me again!"

The white-haired swordsman flew through the Kunlun Ruins.

The gods and demons ahead were all shaken by that terrifying sword, watching the swordsman with blood at the corner of his mouth, his aura violent to the point of harming himself, watching him as if his lamp had run out of oil, yet his eyes were bright and shining. They knew that this was the enemy unleashing his full potential, the embodiment of a sword of no regrets.

The gods and demons were silent for a moment, then slowly retreated.

Raising their left hands, they tapped their chests, their gazes slightly lowered. With boundless hatred, and the greatest respect they could give from an enemy's standpoint, they lowered their eyes.

Among these countless beings and experts of the Turbid World, a path naturally opened.

Silently.

Allowing that figure to pass. The gods and demons of the Turbid World were the most self-centered, valuing personal dignity above all else.

Just as Turbid World Fuxi had once said: If the Dao can be attained, brothers and friends can be abandoned. If the Dao can be attained, all living things are but ants! Without thought of life and death!

Unseen by the temptation of fame and wealth, the heart is not bound by the ties of relatives and friends.

With nothing to hold them back, they seek the Dao between heaven and earth.

Seeking to reach the unparalleled realm, suppressing the ages.

And so, to such a strong person who single-handedly entered the Turbid World, pierced through the encirclement with a single sword, even thrust a sword at the Turbid World Great Venerate, and could still leave calmly, they, even if they were enemies, still had great respect in their hearts, unwilling to be enemies with him at this time. Then, they heard a rumbling sound of thunder.

Blood-colored lightning streaked across the sky, and the woman who had been guarding the Turbid World Great Venerate instantly approached.

But she was blocked by the gods and demons of the Turbid World.

"Blood Thunder Venerate, what is the meaning of this...?"

"That human dares to attack the Great Venerate, and now his injuries have erupted, his lamp is running out of oil! Join me in capturing him!"

One of the Turbid World's Ten Great Peaks spoke, but the gods and demons all stopped, not one obeying the command, causing the Thunder God to show a hint of anger, saying, "What do you mean? How impudent!" That Turbid World demon god with a hideous face, tall stature, and scarlet claws protruding from his shoulder armor, held a long staff in his hand, and said:

"If he harmed the Great Venerate with his own abilities, shouldn't he be respected?!"

"All spirits and gods of my Turbid World yearn to reach the unparalleled realm!"

"And now? Does this mean that no matter how high the realm, one must not challenge the strong, otherwise it will be a tragic death, not an honor? How is this different from the so-called rules and order of the Clear World?! Who is being impudent?! Who is shaking the foundation of our world!"

That demon god was ferocious and overbearing.

Blood-colored lightning flashed, and his head was directly severed.

The huge head flew up, the blood evaporated by the terrifying heat of the lightning before it could even flow out, turning into dust. The body, as huge as a small mountain range in the human world, swayed, and heavily knelt on the ground, stepped on by the Turbid World Thunder God, his eyes sweeping across, but the many gods and demons were still unwilling to obey, and the swordsman was already about to leave, so he simply no longer cared.

He instantly transformed into blood-colored lightning, chasing after him.

Wei Yuan clutched his chest, his escape light already swaying unsteadily. The effect of Nuwa's blood had worn off, but was it really that the effect had worn off, or was it that the abandonment of all laws in that sword was so unrestrained that even the power of Nuwa's blood had been drained clean? Wei Yuan himself couldn't tell. "Looks like I can't go back."

He pressed his brow, and finally understood.

According to convention, if one of the Ten Great Peaks, the Yuanshi Tianzun, came to his body in the Tang Dynasty, and Wei Yuan fought with his past self, after the battle, it would be like stabilizing an anchor point, and Wei Yuan's self-awareness would return to the future, back to the Yuanshi Tianzun's body. But now, an anomaly had occurred. That sword was too pure.

In addition to the power of Nuwa's blood.

Wei Yuan's true spirit had become pure once again, resulting in him being unable to return through conventional means.

In such a situation, memories would be constantly lost, until this life passed away, then the true spirit could be liberated, and could follow the anchor point back to its original body. And it seemed that for this reason, coupled with the strong backlash of fate and karma, Wei Yuan pressed his hand on his brow, feeling his memories falling into slumber little by little.

Entering a state of true spirit slumber that seemed to be amnesia on the surface.

Those experiences in modern times began to disappear bit by bit, disappearing bit by bit, falling asleep bit by bit. The battles in the Great Wilderness, traversing the mountains and seas, and then the experiences in the human world, all the way to the museum, were slowly being forgotten, and then the stories before the museum, his experiences during his school days.

Finally, Wei Yuan saw a scene change.

This scene was almost not his memory, but because it was something the Yuanshi Tianzun had experienced, it naturally emerged at this moment. Snow was falling heavily.

At that time, the street lamps were still in the shape of large trumpets, low and rusty.

People still had to push their bicycles, struggling through the snowy ground, muttering that it was really strange, how could Quanzhou suddenly have such a heavy snowfall that was only seen in the Northeast? This hadn't happened in decades.

Wei Yuan saw his old house.

Then, a woman knocked on the door. With a creak, his grandfather, much younger than Wei Yuan remembered, came out.

"Who is it?! Hmm? You are—"

A woman holding an umbrella, only revealing her smooth chin, held a tightly wrapped baby in her arms, smiling gently, "This is your grandson..."

Old Wei asked in confusion, "Grandson?"

He shook his head and said, "What are you talking about? I only have one son, and his child is a daughter. You've got the wrong person, right?"

"You haven't got the wrong person."

That woman said gently, "This is indeed your grandson."

Along with this voice, the stubborn old man living alone suddenly恍惚恍惚.

It seemed that he gradually felt that this child was indeed his grandson.

The woman said gently:

"His name, according to his own wishes in the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago."

"Is Wei Yuan."