Destiny is ashes

Chapter 789 Sword Fragments
The Sansheng Mirror is not the Haotian Mirror. The avenue it represents is not the idea of ​​"I am inside the mirror and I am outside the mirror", but the idea of ​​"I am not me and the mirror is not me". Anyway, there are enough classics left by our ancestors. There are allusions to a thing in both the positive and negative ways. There is no standard answer. This also reflects the idea of ​​yin and yang coexisting and adapting to local conditions.

Therefore, the Fuxie reflected in the Three Lives Mirror is not his current broken form, but the perfect form of [hilt], [sword spine], [sword tip], [sword guard], [sword blade], [sword ornament] and [scabbard].

It was a sword that could not be clearly seen, but it emitted endless cold light and carried a murderous intent that was enough to shatter the worlds, overturn the sky, and sink the vast land. Its color was like clear jade, and it emitted a bone-piercing silver glow. There were seven black lines engraved on it, and each word was like an abyss. Just one glance at it could bring a true cultivator to eternal damnation.

He was held tightly by one person, and by many people. The person holding the sword changed, and the sword itself seemed to change as well - every person holding Fuxie would cause Fuxie to change slightly. His sword intent soared into the sky, fighting against endless enemies, but he used many completely different sword techniques, each of which was extremely powerful and completely different.

But soon, the magic sword broke into pieces.

His fragments burned fiercely and fell from the sky into the clouds, like a meteor across the sky, forcing open the clouds, dragging its tail, and even tearing the world apart, wandering endlessly in the void.

The fragments of the sword floated in the void.

He swept through countless worlds, endlessly, and people from all worlds fled in all directions, including humans and non-human species.

But soon, the world that could be understood became increasingly sparse.

Wherever the sword passed, there was a kind of distortion that could not be described in words.

It is ineffable, incomprehensible, extremely distorted, and indescribable - it is not time and space and the void, and it is definitely not nothingness and existence. It is something that cannot be explained by current thinking and the Tao, or it transcends all logic and concepts, and cannot be determined by experience and observation. We can only roughly use everything we know to describe one infinite part of the cross-section. It's like a blind man touching an elephant, creating characters for its pictographic shape and annotating words for its phono-semantic shape.

Even a sword cannot cut through everything that is simply indescribable, but it can serve as a guide. The sword marks became a long straight line, and along this long line, one after another understandable world of order was born, just like a big ship sailing through the sea, with countless bubbles and waves in its trajectory.

As the sword fragments flew, perhaps because of too much consumption, or perhaps they could no longer support it.

It fell apart piece by piece.

The first one was the [Scabbard]. It was already pitch black, and the seven dark Dao patterns had gone out of control. Countless dark lines that spread like blood vessels and tree roots eroded everything. The scabbard collapsed on its own, carrying infinite erosion and corruption away from the sword.

It fell into the void within the void and turned into a world.

The second is the [Sword Ornament], which is a gem that comes from the condensation of the spirits and souls of all comrades. It is the purest, so it cannot be corroded and must be separated immediately. It left the sword reluctantly and was left where it was.

It stayed in the void and turned into a world.

After that came the [Blade], which cut through the last obstacle, passed through the boundless distortion, and came to the edge of another realm of order, but because of this, the blade curled up and was no longer sharp. It was full of gaps in the abyss and filled with infinite rage.

It was taken in by a vast world intent on soothing its wrath.

Following closely behind is the [Sword Guard], which is the last refuge before reaching the target. It has exhausted all its strength to protect the 'most important' thing. It is dim and full of cracks, but it has completed its mission and fell into a deep sleep.

It drifts in the void, noticed and protected by a world.

And the last
The final [Sword Tip] broke through all barriers and brought the message from afar back to the hometown; the last [Sword Spine] carried the will and narrated its entire mission; the final [Sword Handle] carried hope and fell into a nearly eternal sleep.

The last immortals and gods who stayed in their hometown learned the news from afar and understood their mission.

So they gathered together. Monks, warriors, people who had left the world, practitioners from all over the world, the ultimate achievers.

Regardless of bloodline, identity, talent, or whether one has reached one's end.

They all put on armor and prepared weapons; they all honed their minds and left behind a legacy.

The time to fight has come, it's time.

The war that will cross the boundless void is about to begin, and the trumpets and triumphant songs will resound to the end of heaven, earth and all things.

They kept their hope and set out on an ancient journey.

In the name of the Great Dao, they will once again prove their reasons for being [Immortal Gods].

The reflection in the mirror stopped abruptly.

The remaining light of the San Sheng Mirror quickly dimmed.

But a series of world brilliance and coordinates shine brightly in the mirror.

I, I saw it.
The weak, fading sound of the Three Lives Mirror was like being in a dream: [Fuxie, the demons have indeed begun to counterattack - they are following the cause and effect, and it is your fragments that suppressed the cause and effect along the way. So that's why you don't remember anything, because you really can't remember anything! ]

An Jing and Fu Xie watched all this, the shock in their hearts was beyond words.

Although the others are difficult to understand, An Jing can still understand the corresponding worlds!

"The hilt, the spine and the tip of the sword are the three fragments left in Huaixu—"

An Jing murmured in his heart: "The hilt of the sword was excavated by the Tianyi Demon Cult in the 'Northern Frontier', which is the northern part of Beixuanjizhou. The tip of the sword, which is the fragment I got from Broken Blade Mountain to suppress Ku Ji, is also in the Northern Frontier."

"And the sword spine, which is what I got from Xuanming Manor, is the one that has been corroded and decayed, with only the spirit fragment left. It is also in the Northern Frontier. It seems that when Fu Xie returned to Huaixu from the endless distance, the place where he fell was in the Northern Frontier."

“Although it may not seem good now, at that time, the immortal gods who stayed behind actually handled Fu Xie very well before they set off. If nothing unexpected happens, the seal of Duanren Mountain against Ku Ji can wear away Ku Ji’s essence bit by bit, and gradually repair it with the help of the mysterious essence of heaven and earth. Therefore, the fragments of the sword tip are preserved the best.”

"Although the one suppressing the demon Jie Xin was completely corroded, his spirit was intact and Jie Xin could not break free from the seal. This was because the formation dissipated over time, not the fault of the immortals or gods."

"As for the hilt, I don't know. It's probably because of the changes in the world caused by the Tianzong war over so many epochs. The seal on the heart of the sword may have dissipated for this reason. Who could have predicted that the wars of the future would be so terrible? Even the immortals and gods could not predict it."

The only strange thing is why there is another kind of fragment of Fu Xie that is completely corroded by demonic energy?
Just like the Bitter Silence Seal, there are more fragments besides the fragments - aren't there only six fragments of Fuxie? Why are there so many others?
An Jing had a vague feeling that the design of the immortal god was definitely not that simple. The seemingly "extra fragments" must have a deeper meaning and were closely related to Fu Xie's current nature!

In addition, the fragments left in the Taixu world obviously correspond one to one.

(End of this chapter)