I have been bound in a forbidden place for five hundred years. Why are you crying when I am a casual

In the deep sea, Gu Xiu's figure continued to fall.

His eyes remained open, but they seemed to have lost focus.

He could feel the chilling aura, like countless venomous snakes, seeping into his flesh and bone through his skin. He could also see the boundless tide of shadow, devoid of any light, constantly washing over his body, gradually eroding and dissipating it.

At this moment, he was like a clay sculpture, cast into the divine sea before being forged in the fire, and washed by the boundless waves.

It dissolves and dissipates little by little.

From the toes and toes, ears and nose... all those protruding edges or sharp parts were dissolved into mud by the waves, losing all their edges and becoming blurred.

The mud washed out by the waves seemed to form a seemingly ordinary yet magnificent picture around him.

Gu Xiu didn't understand what these things were, but they felt incredibly familiar to him.

It's as if this scene isn't the first time it's happened, but something that happened a long, long time ago.

He was not afraid of this divine sea; on the contrary, he felt at peace. It seemed that this place was his destined home, and only by coming here could he forget all the troubles of the world, forget all the pain and torment, and return to his most primal state.

He looked at the paintings around him.

Seeing that he was born on the mountaintop and protected by the immortal cranes, the figure in the distance quickly approached after being shocked.

He saw himself kneeling before his master, with a worried yet timid figure clutching the hem of his robe behind him.

He saw himself descending the mountain with his sword, accompanied by the morning glow, his eyes filled with boundless heroic spirit.

He saw a lone figure, bound and helpless, pressed against the gates of the forbidden area by a powerful enemy, with nowhere left to retreat.

He saw it too: mountains of corpses and seas of blood, staining the world with blood.

We also saw the simply dressed, hungry cranes sharing their food...

These paintings record his turbulent yet predetermined life. They are being stretched and spread amidst waves of undercurrents, until they finally disappear.

Born from dust, and then turned to dust and perished.

He felt no resistance, not even a trace of confusion; instead, he felt that this was how it should be, and that this was his destiny.

The scroll continues to stretch out.

He felt his limbs disappear, his face completely melt away, his features vanish, and all that remained was his heart, which still retained a trace of warmth. But at this moment, he was certainly no longer a person, and it wouldn't be long before he was erased from existence forever.

His path, his will, everything about him will eventually return to where it rightfully belongs to him.

The dust on the mountaintop.

"I……"

"He's really not human."

He could no longer make any sound or offer any resistance; only this one sentence echoed in his mind.

But just when Gu Xiu thought he could finally return to the dust, something seemed to appear in the darkness above, quickly sweeping towards him.

what is that?

Gu Xiusheng had a slight doubt, but it quickly disappeared.

I shouldn't have doubts.

The thing sweeping in from above didn't care what he thought. As soon as it arrived, it engulfed his entire body. The spreading mud suddenly stopped, allowing him to see clearly what it was.

That was a giant hand!

A pitch-black hand, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, yet amidst the boundless darkness, this black hand exudes a faint sharpness, tightly gripping his completely disintegrated mud body, resisting the dissolving power of the surrounding cold undercurrents.

Even now, Gu Xiu's heart remains unmoved, even though he can recognize that this is the mastermind he met once before who brought him to some ancient battlefield.

But he felt neither sadness nor joy; he believed he should be like this, without any emotions or doubts.

But at this time.

Chu Xun's voice, however, suddenly rang out like a grand bell, without warning:

"Have you seen the real me?"

The true self?

Upon uttering these two words, Gu Xiu, who had been completely devoid of emotion, suddenly felt a sense of confusion. The doubts that had been dormant began to resurface, and his heart, which had been devoid of warmth, began to beat again at that moment.

"Boom~!"

"Boom~!"

"Boom...!"

……

"Bang~!"

Outside, on Gu Xiu's blood-soaked body, the power that shouldn't belong to this world finally erupted. The boundless, violent power transformed into an arc-shaped ripple, sweeping domineeringly and tyrannically outwards.

"Oops!"

Sword Saint exclaimed in surprise. The moment Gu Xiu's condition deteriorated, he had temporarily abandoned his plan to plunder the five supreme beings and intended to focus on stabilizing Gu Xiu's condition. However, he did not expect that even so, the terrifying power still filled him with dread.

The terrifying force collided with the supreme sword intent, producing a deafening roar.

"Pfft~!"

Blood flowed involuntarily from the mouth of Sword Saint Yin Ruozhuo. He barely managed to block the force of the attack, but he was already seriously injured. Before he could recover, a second wave of terrifying power erupted from Gu Xiu's body.

This time, it's even more terrifying than the last.

That was a power that even the five supreme beings beside them felt fear. They had a feeling that if this power collided with them, they would die on the spot.

Fortunately.

"Sword, guard—!"

With a shout from the Sword Saint, his entire being seemed to cease to have a physical form at this moment, instead becoming a body constantly compressed and condensed by the supreme sword intent. He still did not abandon Gu Xiu, but intended to use his own power to protect Gu Xiu!

"Boom~!"

This time, it wasn't a crisp, loud bang, but a muffled sound. A mouthful of blood slowly spilled from the old sword saint's mouth, accompanied by bloodstains on his body that looked like he had been cut in half at the waist. The blood was dripping and slowly flowing along the bloodstains.

Even more terrifying.

Although the Sword Saint blocked most of the power this time, a ripple still spread out from Gu Xiu. Although the ripple had been weakened by countless times, wherever it passed, whether it was the towering immortal pillars or the surrounding cliffs, they all seemed to have been cut off by a sword and began to slowly slide down.

"What... what kind of power is this?" someone exclaimed in disbelief. If the Sword Saint hadn't helped block it, giving everyone a chance to react and dodge before the terrifying sweeping ripples arrived, they would have been in trouble.

This attack did more than just destroy some celestial pillars and distant mountains.

"This power should not belong to the human world at all; it is not a power that we know of!"

"Why is he able to unleash such terrifying power? Could it be related to his priest?"

"The priest is merely a manifestation of the power of the Great Dao. Even if he can use it, he needs a medium and it is impossible for him to contain such power. What exactly happened to him that even the Sword Saint could not withstand it? If it happens again... it will probably destroy the world!"

Exclamations erupted at that moment, and everyone's eyes converged on the blood-stained figure, filled with astonishment and uncertainty.

"Is this the power of an immortal?" The young swordsman's carefree smile vanished, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness. He whispered in a voice only the three people beside him could hear, "Gu Xiu... could he really be an immortal?"

"But if he is an immortal, why is it so difficult for him to control this power?" Jian Wu wondered.

Jiang Jiansi's expression was equally solemn: "Not only is he unable to control it, but this power does not belong to him. It seems to be more like some kind of resurrection method, as if... someone wants to reshape his physical body, someone wants to take over his body and awaken some existence from it."

This……

Jian frowned; he didn't understand what this was either.

"Can he withstand it?" Ye Wentian asked from the side.

He had never seen such terrifying power before. Even though he knew Gu Xiu very well and valued him highly, he was still terrified by what he saw.

A sense of worry arose in my heart.

“This…” Jian Yi pursed his lips, his gaze falling on the Sword Saint who appeared to have been cut in half at the waist, and said solemnly:

"Let's see if Master can block this Heavenly Abyss Sword."