Chapter 1702
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**”Break!”**
In a sudden moment,
Ye Wushuang, eyes tightly shut, let out a soft exclamation. His eyes snapped open, and his fingers formed a sword-like gesture, thrusting towards the sky.
The sword that had been condensed in the peach blossom forest above shattered with a thunderous crash in that very instant.
A surging momentum from within Ye Wushuang’s body coalesced into a sword above him, radiating an unparalleled and formidable aura.
“**Sword Momentum**!”
Hei Ya took a sip of wine and exclaimed in admiration, “Marvelous! At such a young age, to comprehend a Sword Momentum that transcends Sword Intent—no wonder Zi Mian speaks so highly of you…”
Zi Mian, at that moment, raised his wine cup and said with a smile, “At the age of eighteen, in the realm of illusion, with a Sword Momentum that has now reached perfection… Tell me, will his future achievements surpass even mine?”
Qin Laohan and Di Shaizi, upon hearing this, also voiced their admiration, “Truly rare indeed!”
The momentum within Ye Wushuang gradually receded, and soon he appeared as calm and composed as before.
Turning to Zi Mian, Ye Wushuang clasped his hands and said, “Thank you, senior, for aiding my Sword Momentum to advance further.”
“Hahaha…” Zi Mian laughed heartily, “It is your own ability that has amplified your Sword Momentum. Why thank me? If it were someone else, they might not even understand my way, let alone be inspired by it to touch upon their own!”
These four individuals are undoubtedly extraordinary!
Hei Ya then said with a smile, “Young fellow, sharing a drink with us has been quite to my liking. However, the path ahead is fraught with dangers. You must take care!”
“Thank you, all four of you.”
Ye Wushuang bowed deeply once more.
Tang Bingwen, standing nearby, also hurriedly bowed.
When the two men straightened up,
The four figures had vanished from the peach blossom forest.
“Hey? Brother, where did they go?” Tang Bingwen asked in astonishment.
“Right here!”
Ye Wushuang pointed to the sides of the two of them.
Four mounds of earth lay quietly, overgrown with weeds and without any tombstones.
Tang Bingwen stood there, stunned and bewildered, “Did we just… enter an illusion?”
“No, it was not an illusion!”
Ye Wushuang shook his head, “If my guess is correct, those four must have been Sages. Perhaps they were also seeking the secrets of the Sage’s Burial Cave, but they perished within it…”
Dead?
Then what about before…
“What we encountered earlier was likely the residual thoughts they left behind, their will manifesting as our perceptions!”
Ye Wushuang then took out four pieces of jade and placed them in front of the four graves, proceeding to carve with his sword.
“Hei Ya!”
“Zi Mian!”
“Qin Laohan!”
“Di Shaizi!”
With the simple tombstones completed, Ye Wushuang clasped his hands and said, “Thank you all for your help!”
After paying his respects, Ye Wushuang led Tang Bingwen away from the spot and continued forward.
“Brother, so where are we now?” Tang Bingwen asked in confusion.
“It must be a void space condensed by a Sage!” Ye Wushuang looked around and said, “The place I entered earlier was probably the entrance and exit, but now, finding a way out won’t be easy.”
Tang Bingwen nodded in a daze.
Beyond the peach blossom forest, a boundless lake stretched out before them.
The lake’s sides seemed to extend for miles, and the front was also out of sight.
A thin mist hovered over the distant surface of the lake.
Ye Wushuang stopped in his tracks.
He knew that this void space was different from the one left by Mu Beige that he had entered before.
This design was akin to passing through a series of challenges, one after another. Only by overcoming them could one leave; failure meant death.
Clearly, the creator of this void space wanted their treasures to be obtained by the worthy, but not just anyone.
The encounter with Hei Ya and the others earlier was, in fact, a test.
If Ye Wushuang had not been proficient in sound techniques and swordsmanship, and failed to earn their praise, he and Tang Bingwen would not have received a gift but would have died there, becoming two new lonely graves.
Suddenly, a mournful flute melody began to play.
Soon after, on the lake’s surface, a solitary boat cut through the calm ripples, approaching the shore.
Standing on the boat was a man in white, who appeared to be in his thirties, with flowing hair and an elegant demeanor. The sound of his flute evoked a sense of sorrow in the hearts of those who heard it.
The boat reached the shore.
The man looked at Ye Wushuang and Tang Bingwen and said with a smile, “I will ferry you to the other side.”
Ye Wushuang hesitated.
The man spoke again, “To remain here is to die, and to attempt to cross the river yourselves is also to die. Boarding my small boat might offer a chance at survival!”
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang no longer hesitated and boarded the boat immediately.
The two men sat at the bow and stern of the boat, while the man in white stood in the middle, holding his flute and standing with his hands behind his back.
The boat immediately left the shore and headed into the lake.
“I am Ye Wushuang.”
“I am Tang Bingwen.”
The two introduced themselves.
The man in white smiled, holding his flute behind his back, and said, “My name is Xiao Ziyin!”
“Senior Xiao… Where does this lake lead?” Ye Wushuang asked, “We did not mean to intrude, but…”
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ziyin smiled and said, “From the moment you two appeared here, the question of whether it was intentional or not no longer matters. To survive, you must go all the way to the end…”
Upon hearing this, Ye Wushuang understood completely.
Only by continuing down this path could they leave this void space; otherwise, death was certain.
The boat drifted forward on the lake, and aside from the sound of the water splashing, everything was quiet.
Xiao Ziyin picked up his flute and began to play slowly.
At first, the flute melody was light and pleasant, but soon it became deep, mournful, and sorrowful.
Ye Wushuang’s brows furrowed.
On the other side, Tang Bingwen, listening to the flute music, couldn’t help but say, “Senior Xiao, please stop playing. It’s too sad. I feel like crying…”
However, as soon as Tang Bingwen finished speaking, Xiao Ziyin ignored him and continued to play.
In a daze, Ye Wushuang looked at the lake’s surface and saw his reflection, as well as… the reflections of other people!
