Chaotic Sword God

“You can only obtain the sovereign god artifact of the Wood Spirits through your own abilities. I can’t provide you with any assistance at all. After all, the Wood Spirits also belong to our Spiritsages clan. As a past leader of the Spiritsages, I obviously can’t hand a sovereign god artifact of my own clan to an outsider. Of course, if you obtain it through your own abilities, it’s a different story.”

The Wind Venerable’s voice completely vanished. His message had alleviated Jian Chen from many of his doubts and confusions, allowing his eyes to immediately clear up.

He glanced past the Wood Spirits cultivators that had appeared around him and subconsciously gazed at the green sun hanging in the sky. Not only could he sense an indescribably dense life force from the green sun, but he also experienced a tremendous pressure.

He was not unfamiliar with this pressure at all. That was the supreme might from a sovereign god artifact!

As a result, he immediately recognised the green sun in the sky to be the sovereign god artifact that the Wind Venerable was talking about!

“The Wood Spirits have two sovereign god artifacts in total. One of them is the Scepter of Life, which has been stolen by the Myriad Bone Guild already.”

“The other is the Source of Life. The Source of Life was condensed from the Grand Exalt of the Wood Spirits’ Laws of Life coupled with the Grand Exalt’s own basis of life. It possesses exceptional healing properties.”

“The sovereign god artifact here should be the Source of Life.”

Even though there was a sovereign god artifact right before his eyes, there was no joy or excitement at all in Jian Chen’s eyes. His eyes were slightly dull with an undisguised sense of sorrow in the depths. He was gloomy.

He stared at the sovereign god artifact in the sky, but there was no sign of it in his eyes. His entire head was filled with everything he had been through earlier. Kai Ya and the Anatta Grand Exalt’s true identity, the century they spent together as husband and wife in the dream, as well as the Anatta Grand Exalt erasing him mercilessly at the very end.

These memories made Jian Chen feel like his heart was being torn apart.

He understood that the Anatta Grand Exalt had not held back at all when she killed him. She had truly wanted to erase him, to make him dissipate from the world and vanish for good.

Perhaps in the Anatta Grand Exalt’s eyes, he had already perished. If the Wind Venerable had not interfered at that critical moment, he never would have survived until now.

If it were not for the century spent in the dream, Jian Chen would not feel anything towards the fact that he would die at the Anatta Grand Exalt’s hands.

That was because he was supposed to be the one to die when they were chased by the Elder of Mountains and Seas back then, yet in the end, Kai Ya had sacrificed herself and saved him.

He owed Kai Ya his life. Since Kai Ya was Anatta, then dying at her hand was equivalent to paying off what he owed her.

However, the century he spent in the dream—his fulfilling life surrounded by grandchildren and his wife who had accompanied him for an entire century—left him incapable of looking at the Anatta Grand Exalt normally anymore.

His experiences in the dream had already resulted in a drastic shift in the Anatta Grand Exalt’s position in Jian Chen’s heart.

In the dream, the children and grandchildren were fake, but all of Chen and Zhen’s experiences, all of their stories, could be viewed as real, as that was something they shared together.

Behind the reality of their marriage was their merged souls.

They did not have any physical contact, but from a mental perspective, they had already made exchanges in the deepest of levels.

Comprehending the Way of Love had perturbed the Anatta Grand Exalt.

However, the dream of a century had also perturbed Jian Chen.

“You were probably swallowed by the ancient forest beast recently. You sure were lucky to encounter us, or your life would have been in danger,” the middle-aged man with a sword on his back said indifferently. He studied Jian Chen, but he did not pay too much attention to him.

The person before his eyes could not even deal with an ancient forest beast that he had cut down in a single slash, so he obviously was not worth his attention.

“This is only the outskirts of Death valley, but there are still many powerful beasts on the prowl here. It’ll be very difficult for you to leave here alive with your strength. If you can still stand, follow behind us. We’ll take you out.” The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back and gazed at Jian Chen quietly.

Jian Chen did not acknowledge them. The middle-aged man was a mid Godking, while the young men and women behind him were all late Overgods.

Their strength was no different from ants in his eyes.

He instinctively wanted to release the senses of his soul to observe the situation of this world.

However, as soon as he tried that, intense pain filled the depths of his soul, immediately making him pale. His entire consciousness momentarily blurred.

He immediately discovered that his soul seemed to be countless fragments forcefully glued together. It seemed complete, but in reality, its internal structure was in tatters, ready to collapse at any moment.

It was like a piece of pottery. It seemed fine on the outside, but in reality, its interior was already riddled with cracks.

Apart from that, he sensed the power of a curse lingering in his soul, having merged with his soul already.

“The Dao Union Saint’s curse?” Jian Chen immediately recognised the origins of the power. Vaguely, he seemed to recall some blurry details.

However, due to the damage to his soul and the existence of the curse, Jian Chen was unable to use the senses of his soul.

At that moment, not only was he unable to use the senses of his soul, but even all of his laws had become unusable. He could not even open the space in his soul.

In the very depths of his soul, he saw two dim specks of light, one violet and one azure.

The two specks of light immediately left Jian Chen dazed. He stared at them silently, overcome with a sense of guilt.

It was the sword spirits. Now, they had lost their physical bodies yet again, becoming extremely feeble, no different from when he first encountered them on the Tian Yuan Continent.

That was basically the weakest form that the sword spirits could take.

After staring at the sword spirits for quite a while, Jian Chen let out a sigh from the bottom of his heart. He seemed rather dispirited and dejected. He walked along the ground numbly, completely ignoring the wounds through his body.

The unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar world, and his aching heart actually left him momentarily lost. He had no idea where to go.

He followed behind the middle-aged man numbly and moved through the forest. Along the way, the young Overgod men and women would ask him questions, except Jian Chen answered none of them and simply remained silent.

But through their conversations, Jian Chen learnt their names. Among the five of them, three of them were young women, all delicate and pure in appearance. They were called Bai Ziyi, Bai Xiaolan, and Bai Yueye.

As for the two young men, they were Bai Changlin and Bai Changqing.

The young men and women all shared the surname Bai. They came from the same organisation.

The middle-aged man with a sword on his back was called Chu Tianxing.