This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 289 The Sword of the Past

Xiao Xingchen's pupils suddenly contracted. The name "Jianmu Spirit Seed" reminded him of the strange phenomenon when the Bronze Divine Tree took root in his sea of ​​memories—at that time, countless roots were penetrating the Jianmu totem that supported the heavens and the earth, as recorded in historical books.

The woman floated down in front of him under the moonlight, her white gauze dress shimmering with stardust-like light.

When Xiao Xingchen saw her face clearly, he was struck by lightning. Her face was seven parts similar to Mu Wushuang's, except that her brows were covered with the frost of a thousand years.

"You are...the first Moon Goddess?"

“Clever, but no, I am the Moon Priestess, Li Luo,”

The woman's fingertips brushed against the chains binding the jade disc, and the blood-red runes suddenly seemed to come alive and began to move.

"What on earth is going on? And what is this place called the Eternal Night?" Xiao Xingchen asked loudly, uneasy about the scene before him.

"The Eternal Night is a chaotic space that seals the ancient gods. There is no concept of time here. Before you arrived, everything here was still."

Li Luo had been observing Xiao Xingchen with a keen interest in her eyes. Before Xiao Xingchen could voice her doubts, she spoke up.

"Back then, the Sword Immortal used his sword to cleave through the eternal night and used nine Candle Shadow Pythons to trap the entire Moon Wheel Clan, all for this moment."

"What? All for this moment?" Xiao Xingchen was shocked.

The chains suddenly trembled violently, and Xiao Xingchen saw nine blood-red crescent moons emerge from the jade disc. Within these nine crescent moons, nine Mu Wushuang figures lay quietly.

As the final blood moon took shape, the entire space began to collapse, and countless gray figures let out shrieks, transforming into streams of light that surged toward the jade wall.

"He wants to borrow 100,000 members of the Moon Wheel Clan to reunite the Yin Origin and revive..." Before the woman could finish speaking, a sword light suddenly shone in the eternal night.

Xiao Xingchen was all too familiar with this sword light—the sword intent that had torn through the void in the fragments of his memory now emanated from the jade wall, directly slashing towards Li Luo.

Li Luo waved her long sleeves, and the bronze divine tree actually took the initiative to block the sword light. The battle sword was unparalleled and unstoppable.

The branches of the bronze tree made a snapping sound as they could no longer bear the weight, and its roots, firmly planted in chaos, were being forcibly uprooted by some force.

"Quickly, let the Jianmu tree take root in the Nine Heavens!" The woman suddenly transformed into moonlight and merged into the divine tree.

"Only the Life Spirit Seed can resist the Annihilation Law of the Battle Sword!"

Xiao Xingchen was still in a daze. He had so many questions he wanted to ask, but Li Luo clearly didn't give him the chance. Given that Li Luo had actively merged with the divine tree...

Xiao Xingchen felt a violent tremor in his dantian, and the Bronze Divine Tree manifested its complete form on his spiritual platform.

The moment the branches of the bronze tree blossomed with blue flowers, the chaos of the eternal night suddenly cracked open with nine fissures, each corresponding to the crystal coffin seen in the sea of ​​memories.

"Is this the Nine Soul Seal?"

A sudden inspiration struck him, and he channeled the power of his sword into his legs, leaping into the air. The roots of the divine tree, like a blue dragon entering the sea, plunged into the crystal coffins of different times and spaces through the cracks.

Mu Wushuang's scream suddenly exploded in his mind's eye. Xiao Xingchen saw the Moon Goddess from nine different timelines open her eyes simultaneously.

As the crimson moon mark appeared on their foreheads, bronze patterns suddenly lit up on their chests—marks that appeared when the Bronze Tree awakened.

"In my name, open the gates of heaven!"

Amidst the sudden burst of azure light at the top of the divine tree, a gate spanning the river of time was slowly opened.

Xiao Xingchen witnessed an unbelievable scene: a white-haired swordsman was kneeling under the bronze tree, holding a woman covered in blood, and the woman's features were exactly the same as his own.

Space and time were disrupted at this moment. The sword light in the eternal night suddenly changed direction. When Xiao Xingchen subconsciously grasped the sword light, the lament of 30,000 years ago and the roar of the present world exploded in his ears at the same time.

"Finally, I've waited for you." The white-haired swordsman emerged from the shattered spacetime, his sword dripping with blood that had transcended time.

The white-haired swordsman walked slowly forward. Beneath his feet, time itself became a path, and all of time vanished. He was about to cross time from an unknown era.

A chill ran down Xiao Xingchen's spine. The white-clad swordsman's sword was still dripping blood, and even from a distance, Xiao Xingchen could clearly sense his killing intent. He wanted to kill him.

The eternal night seemed unable to withstand the appearance of the white-clad swordsman. The colossal beast beneath their feet began to struggle and try to escape, the gray chaos began to dissipate, and gray figures continuously emitted painful roars.

"This is the law of annihilation of the battle sword; when the battle sword descends, everything is annihilated."

Li Luo reappeared before him, her face beaming with anticipation.

"What exactly do you want? And who is he?"

"He is you, and you are him. Seeing you two killing each other, haha, what an interesting scene!" Li Luo giggled, causing Xiao Xingchen to shudder.

An absurd idea rose in his mind.

"What an interesting thing it is for the swords of the past to kill the swords of the present."

Li Luo's figure swayed to the side, a smile on her face. At this moment, Xiao Xingchen couldn't tell whether this woman was on his side or...

"I'm here to help Moonwheel break free from its suppression," he had to explain.

"I know,"

Li Luo's answer startled Xiao Xingchen once again.

"Then why are you?"

"Why? I've been locked here for 30,000 years, waiting for you. My destiny was set 30,000 years ago. You all think I, the Moon Wheel, am easy to manipulate, but who truly understands the power of the Moon Wheel?"

"Those who harm my Moon Wheel will ultimately harm themselves. The woman who fell into the arms of the white-robed swordsman is an example. You'd better be careful. If he wants to revive that woman, he can only do so by killing you."

The moment the sword clashed with the bronze branch, a spiderweb-like spacetime rift opened in the eternal night. As Xiao Xingchen watched the white-clad swordsman slash at him, the Jianmu Spirit Seed suddenly issued a sharp warning in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"So I was the greatest sacrifice!" At this moment, he finally understood why the bronze tree had taken root in the sea of ​​memories. The figure kneeling under the tree 30,000 years ago was simply offering his future self as a sacrifice.

And I myself am the sacrifice.

He didn't understand his past with the Moon Wheel, but now he was absolutely certain that whether it was the white-robed swordsman or the Moon Wheel priest, he had to die.

What exactly is the Moon Wheel Clan? At this moment, he no longer dared to underestimate this clan. Ever since he brought Mu Wushuang to the Black and White Space, the Moon Wheel Clan had been playing the role of the victim. But now, judging from Li Luo's words, the Moon Wheel Clan was by no means a weakling.

Even with his extraordinary skills, the white-clad swordsman lost his beloved due to the Moon Wheel Clan's schemes. He had to reassess what the Moon Wheel Clan was up to. Were they really waiting for him just to lure him across time to kill him?

Countless questions lingered in his mind, but the sword had already fallen, giving him no chance to continue thinking.