Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 560 The Sword Spirit Dissipates

After a while, Lin Feng's body trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. He blinked at first, as if he was still adjusting to the feeling of regaining control of his body. Then, he slowly raised his hand, gently clenched his fist, and felt the surging power within him. Then, he stood up and stretched his muscles. He felt his body light and his strength surged.

"This... this body is so much stronger than before!" Lin Feng couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. He could clearly feel that his realm had reached Grandmaster, and it was a genuine eighth-grade Grandmaster, no longer just a Grandmaster level achieved through combat power. His eyes flashed with surprise and excitement, as if he had been reborn.

The sword soul of the Star Sword was floating in the air, and a faint light began to emanate from its body. This light was not as bright and dazzling as before, but a soft and gradually dimming halo, like a candle that was about to go out in the night.

"Star Blade, what's going on? Are you going to dissipate?" Lin Feng saw this, his heart pounding. He rushed forward recklessly, his voice sharp with fear. His eyes were fixed on the Star Blade, tears instantly filling his eyes. His hands subconsciously reached out, as if trying to grasp the fading light.

Xingchen Dao slowly turned his head, a gentle smile on his face, that smile seemed to carry endless relief and comfort: "You have recovered, and it is time for me to leave." His voice was soft, like a breeze, floating slowly in this silent secret room.

"No!" Lin Feng's voice choked instantly, tears burst out uncontrollably and flowed down his cheeks. "It's me who should leave. I've died twice, and you saved me. It's me who should leave!" His body trembled slightly, and his emotions were almost collapsed. The scene of Star Blade stepping forward to save him time and time again at the critical moment of life and death kept appearing in his mind.

Xingchen Dao shook his head slightly, his eyes full of pampering and determination: "You are the key to saving this world, so you are more important than me." He looked at Lin Feng, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance deeply in his heart.

"No! It shouldn't be like this, you are the one who should stay!" Lin Feng shook his head frantically, his hair flying wildly with his movements. He was unwilling to accept the fact that Star Knife was about to leave. In his heart, Star Knife had long become an indispensable part of his life. He was his best friend and his savior.

The light of the Star Blade dimmed, and his soul began to become transparent from his feet, gradually dissipating. His voice remained calm and gentle: "There is nothing in this world worth staying in. You still have family, love, and friends, so you should stay. And your soul has returned to your body, there is no way it can leave your body again." He explained patiently, trying to make Lin Feng accept this cruel reality.

"No, no, no, there must be another way." Lin Feng refused to believe it. His eyes frantically wandered around the secret room, as if he could find a way to save the Star Blade in this enclosed space. His hands waved wildly in the air, trying to grasp the fading Star Blade soul, even if it was just a tiny bit.

Star Blade looked at Lin Feng with a feeling of reluctance, but he knew that all this was fate. He shook his head helplessly, but there was still a smile in his eyes, as if he was conveying strength and courage to Lin Feng.

As time went on, the Star Blade's soul dissipated even faster, now spreading to his waist. Seeing this, Lin Feng could no longer suppress his grief. He threw himself at the Star Blade, his hands clawing frantically in the air, his nails turning white from the effort. "Star Blade, don't leave me, don't..." His voice was heartbreaking, echoing in the secret room, filled with despair and helplessness.

Xingchen Dao was still smiling, and that smile was warm and firm: "Lin Feng, the road ahead depends on you. Don't die easily, because I can't save you anymore." His voice became weaker and weaker, but every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Lin Feng's heart hard.

Lin Feng was circling frantically around the soul body of Star Blade, trying to catch the gradually illusory figure. His tears blurred his eyes and his vision was hazy: "No, don't leave me..." His voice had become hoarse and the original tone was almost unrecognizable.

Star Knife looked at Lin Feng, his eyes full of tenderness and encouragement: "Enough, Lin Feng..." His voice became lower and lower, almost inaudible, "Please remember my name, my name is not Star Knife, my name is Hong Xing." The corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he had completed an important mission.

Lin Feng's eyes widened, tears streaming down his face. He tried to call out Hong Xing's name, but his throat seemed blocked, and no sound came out. He could only watch helplessly as Hong Xing's soul vanished from his sight. At that moment, the entire world seemed to freeze, leaving only his painful sobs echoing in the secret room...

After a long time, Lin Feng slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with sadness and determination. He knew that from this moment on, he would have to face the challenges of the future alone, carrying Hong Xing's expectations.

Lin Feng slowly knelt, his legs feeling as if the strength had been drained from them. His gaze fell on his hands, hands that had shared life and death with Hong Xing, now only grasping at the void in vain. "Hong Xing? You're my brother, not my weapon." His voice was low and hoarse, tinged with endless sorrow. Every word seemed squeezed from the depths of his heart, echoing in the silent chamber.

Taixuzi stood quietly by, witnessing the scene. His eyes were filled with pity and emotion, and he sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to carry the vicissitudes of life. He slowly walked over to Lin Feng, his voice gentle and comforting: "All good things must come to an end. My condolences." He reached out his hand, wanting to pat Lin Feng's shoulder, but stopped mid-air, ultimately lowering it helplessly.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently as he tried to calm the grief surging within him. His shoulders trembled slightly, and tears flowed uncontrollably, blurring his vision. After a long moment, he slowly raised his head, his gaze filled with determination. "Senior, I understand what you're saying. It's just that the pain in my heart needs time to heal." His voice was still choked, but it was more resolute.

Lin Feng wiped his tears with his sleeve, a gesture tinged with stubbornness. He stood up, his posture erect, his eyes burning with fighting spirit. "I know everything I need to know. I want to become stronger. I want to become a god." His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the secret room, as if declaring his determination to the whole world.