I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Qingzhou fell.

The boundless Wuwang Sea is now unusually lively, with the sound of splashing water everywhere.

Small sea beasts leaped on the surface of the sea, completely destroying the remaining creatures on Qingzhou that had not been destroyed by the Wuwang Sea.

The wooden sword box floated on the sea, mixed in with the debris, struggling to survive.

Yan Ping could not control his body or the sword box. He just drifted with the waves and looked at the debris on the sea.

This scene seems familiar, yet strange.

A similar scene.

Yan Ping felt as if something was emerging in his consciousness, and an indescribable sadness permeated his spirit.

He stared blankly in the direction where Shen Pingan had disappeared before.

He has a lot to ask.

But at this point they all lost motivation.

There was even an extreme fatigue spreading from the depths of the mind.

That is the consciousness within this sword.

Yan Ping has always known that there is another consciousness in this sword, and they exist together on this sword.

But he didn't know he existed.

The occasional empathy was also passed on to him by him.

The tiredness seemed to have accumulated for many years, and once it appeared, it pressed down on them like a tidal wave.

Yan Ping didn't have time to feel sad for this mature version of Shen Pingan before he was almost completely overwhelmed by the fatigue.

He could vaguely feel that another consciousness in the sword was about to dissipate.

Yan Ping didn't know what emotion to express about this.

If I have to say it, it was like he was watching a life movie that did not belong to him, and he empathized with it through Shen Pingan.

And because of the mature Shen Pingan, he completely separated the two of them.

Watching Qingzhou collapse with his own eyes still made Yan Ping extremely upset. At this moment, he had only one hope in his heart.

Let’s end it quickly, he wants to go back to find Shen Pingan!

Just now.

The sea surface, which had been slightly surging, suddenly raised a small wave.

The white waves rushed directly towards the wooden sword box. Although it was very slight, Yan Ping, who was in the sword box, felt as if he was bearing the force of Mount Tai.

In just a moment, the sword case was completely shattered.

The broken sword fell directly into the sea.

After Yan Ping came back to his senses, his perspective began to sink.

He looked at the broken wood chips on the blue sea, and a sense of emptiness passed through his heart.

Although he wanted to finish it quickly, he watched the box that Shen Pingan made for him at the last moment disappear just like that.

Yan Ping felt the fatigue growing more and more severe. He felt that his control over his surroundings was weakening and he felt a little dazed.

Is it over?

The falling speed of the broken sword suddenly increased at this moment.

Maybe it was just a moment, or maybe it was a long time.

After transitioning from a bright place to a deep sea without any light, and then to a fluctuation in the sea water, he suddenly appeared in a hole with a blue light.

A ball of milky white light stood in the middle.

And a very thin white line was pulling the hilt of the sword, approaching the ball of light.

As the two approached, a silent sigh was heard.

Yan Ping's drowsy consciousness suddenly became clear at this moment, and his consciousness moved from head to toe.

At the same time, the ball of light controlled a ray of brilliance that flashed across the broken sword, and a soul body that was on the verge of breaking was drawn out, and its shape was extremely illusory.

But one can still clearly make out an extremely gloomy young man with black hair and black eyes, his face is full of fatigue, his eyes are extremely empty, and his body is covered with cracks.

When Yan Ping saw him, he was stunned for a moment.

Although Yan Ping seldom looks at himself in the mirror, he knows what he looks like.

For example, the soul boy in front of him is a smaller version of him.

【Yan Ping】

A silent call echoed in this space.

But the soul body 'Yan Ping' did not respond.

Yan Ping did not respond either.

He looked at the light.

The ball of light was looking at the soul, and one could tell from the sound that it was worried.

[I just glanced at you a few times, how come I ended up like this?]

Ling looked at the empty appearance of the soul body and sighed again. He gathered a large amount of bright blue light, which filled the soul body and allowed it to slowly repair its wounds.

This process may have lasted for a long time.

But in this space where the light did not change at all, Yan Ping could not tell how much time had passed.

He felt as if he had just come to his senses, and the soul body of 'Yan Ping' had awakened, with an empty and indifferent expression.

Don't care where you are.

Yan Ping looked at the light and introduced himself to 'Yan Ping'.

It said it was the spirit of Wuwang Sea, and that 'Yan Ping' was the child it conceived.

Yan Ping listened and felt like he was listening to a joke.

Although he didn't know who his parents and relatives were, he felt that there were definitely no non-human creatures during his growth, so there was no way he could have been conceived by this spirit.

But 'Yan Ping' responded to this, and there was a hint of other hope in his empty eyes.

He looked at Ling, his voice hoarse.

"What about my sister?"

He finished speaking.

Yan Ping's consciousness froze for a moment, and then a slight wave of fluctuations arose.

elder sister?

His sister?

He has a sister?!

Faced with the question of 'Yan Ping', Ling was silent for a moment.

It is the spirit of the Wuwang Sea. It is born knowing everything and is extremely clear about the emotional reactions of all living things in the Wuwang Sea.

So it can see the hope and desire hidden in the soul of the child in front of it.

He was conceived by it. Since he could be saved, what about his sister?

Ling let out a sigh.

She is not

It saw the hope that had risen in Yan Ping's eyes dim in an instant, and it sighed again.

[Among humans, you are the only one who is special. Wuwanghai can accept their stay, but cannot accept their integration.]

When Ling finished saying this, the space suddenly fell into silence.

The soul body of 'Yan Ping' had empty eyes, and it was unknown whether he had thought of anything or not. However, Yan Ping, whose consciousness was still attached to the broken sword, was startled again.

Is he special?

What makes him special?

He stared at Ling, wanting it to continue talking.

But Ling looked at the current appearance of the soul body of 'Yan Ping', sighed, and left completely.

So, all that was left in this blue space was a floating soul and Yan Ping, who wished he could pull the soul back.

Wait until the spirit comes back again.

It went out with the broken sword.

The soul body 'Yan Ping' and Yan Ping were taken out together.

The deep sea has no bottom. Now I am in the deep sea, surrounded by darkness. I have a sense of emptiness as if I am neither up nor down, and I can't even tell the direction.

After a while, Yan Ping finally saw a blue light in the deep sea where no light could be seen.

When I walked closer, I found that it was a crack about two people long.

Ling motioned for Yan Ping to look towards the crack.

【Watch this】

[There are still two thousand, more later]