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The symbol on the mysterious artifact was etched deeply into Li Xuan's mind like a brand. That familiar pattern was the unique symbol of his sect! He clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white. Impossible… how could this be? His sect had long been destroyed, how could this symbol appear here? On this strange artifact? "Xuan, what's wrong?" Bai Yao noticed Li Xuan's unusual behavior and asked with concern. Her voice was like a clear spring, briefly calming the turbulent waves in Li Xuan's heart. "This symbol… is from my sect." Li Xuan's voice was low, trembling slightly. "What?!" Mu Yang and Lin Yu exclaimed simultaneously. They knew that Li Xuan's sect had met with misfortune, but they never imagined it would be related to this mysterious infinite flow space. Just as everyone was shocked, the mysterious man let out a cold laugh: "It seems you've recognized it. That's right, this is the symbol of your sect! And also the symbol of your destruction!" Before the mysterious man finished speaking, the artifact in his hand shone brightly, and a powerful suction force struck again. Caught off guard, everyone was pulled by the suction force, unable to control their bodies. "Watch out!" Li Xuan shouted, his mental perception allowing him to sense the impending danger. He shoved Bai Yao aside, but couldn't dodge in time. At the same time, Mu Yang was also attacked. He couldn't dodge in time and was struck by a powerful force, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. "Cough cough..." He clutched his chest, his face pale. "Mu Yang!" Li Xuan cried anxiously, his heart filled with self-reproach. If he hadn't been distracted, Mu Yang might not have been injured. Fragments of memories from his sect flooded into Li Xuan's mind like a tidal wave. His master's kind smile, the joyful laughter of his fellow disciples practicing together, and... that sudden disaster, the raging fire, the corpses lying scattered everywhere... "Ah!" Li Xuan clutched his head in pain, the fragments of memory like sharp blades cutting wildly through his mind. He tried desperately to grasp those blurry images, to piece together the complete truth, but he couldn't hold on to them. "Master... our sect..." Li Xuan murmured, his eyes filled with pain and confusion. "Haha, it seems you've started to recall the past." The mysterious man's voice was full of mockery. "Then let me help you recall it more clearly!" The artifact in his hand shone even brighter, and its suction became even stronger. The surrounding space began to distort, as if it would swallow everyone up. Li Xuan endured the intense headache, trying to stay awake. He knew that now was not the time to dwell on the past. He had to calm down, find a way to deal with it, and uncover the truth behind the sect's destruction. "Ling Feng, Elder Zhang..." Li Xuan gritted his teeth and called out softly. He needed their help, he needed their strength... A deep voice sounded in his ear: "I know what you're thinking, Li Xuan..." Li Xuan suppressed the turmoil in his heart, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. His master's teachings echoed in his ears: "In times of trouble, remain calm; only then can you find a chance to survive." He stared intently at the artifact in the mysterious man's hand and at each of his attack movements, his spiritual perception operating at full power, capturing even the slightest change. Gradually, he discovered that although the mysterious man's attacks seemed fierce, they followed a certain pattern. Before each attack, the artifact's light would dim for a moment, then suddenly burst forth. And the direction of the attacks was not entirely random, but rather subtly aimed at the person among them with the weakest aura.

"Yao'er, step back! Mu Yang, three steps to the left front! Lin Yu, cover Mu Yang!" Li Xuan issued the commands quickly and clearly, his voice filled with unwavering determination. Bai Yao retreated without hesitation, simultaneously releasing an ice wall to temporarily block the energy impact released by the mysterious man. Mu Yang and Lin Yu also cooperated tacitly, moving according to Li Xuan's instructions, barely dodging the fatal attack. "Good lad, you can actually see through my attack pattern!" The mysterious man's tone carried a hint of surprise, but then became even more sinister, "However, this is just the beginning!" The weapon in his hand shone brighter, and the attack speed suddenly increased. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Li Xuan's forehead as he focused intently, constantly analyzing the mysterious man's attack trajectory. He was like a precise instrument, accurately calculating every move, directing everyone to walk on the edge of danger. After several thrilling dodges, everyone gradually adapted to this rhythm, and the situation seemed to stabilize. However, just when everyone thought they could stabilize the situation, the surrounding scene suddenly changed. The originally dim ruins instantly transformed into the familiar training ground of Li Xuan's sect. Sunlight streamed onto the flagstones, and a faint scent of herbs filled the air. The kind face of his master, the figures of his fellow disciples practicing martial arts—all these images flashed before his eyes. "What...what's going on?" Lin Yu looked around in astonishment, as if in a dream. Not only Lin Yu, but even Mu Yang and Bai Yao wore bewildered expressions. They seemed to have been pulled into Li Xuan's memories, experiencing his past, his joy, his sorrow. Li Xuan's heart clenched, a strong sense of unease rising within him. He knew this was no beautiful illusion, but a trap set by the mysterious figure! "Watch out!" Li Xuan shouted, but his warning came too late. Taking advantage of the moment of distraction, the mysterious figure unleashed another burst of light from the weapon in its hand, its attack even more ferocious. At the same time, the shadowy figure, previously hidden in the darkness, became even more elusive, flitting among the crowd like a ghost. "Ah!" Lin Yu groaned, a deep wound slashed across his arm by the shadowy figure, blood instantly staining his sleeve. He endured the excruciating pain and threw himself back into the battle, coordinating with Lingfeng to try and find the shadow's weakness. However, the shadow seemed to anticipate their attacks, dodging them time and again, and using the terrain to its advantage to counterattack and injure Lin Yu. Li Xuan looked at the injured Lin Yu, his heart filled with anxiety. He sensed a powerful force approaching... "Lingfeng, be careful!" Li Xuan shoved Lingfeng aside abruptly, a shadow grazing his cheek... Then, a cold voice rang in everyone's ears: "You will all die here..." The shadow's speed was astonishing, like a black lightning bolt in the constantly changing scene, impossible to catch. Lin Yu gritted his teeth, the wound on his arm still bleeding, but he dared not relax for a moment. Lingfeng hovered around him, a pale blue light flashing in his hand, trying to use spiritual power to interfere with the shadow's movements. "Lin Yu, to the left!" Lingfeng shouted, simultaneously unleashing a burst of spiritual power, forcing the shadow to change direction. Lin Yu seized the opportunity, his longsword drawing a sharp arc, thrusting straight at the shadow's chest. However, the shadowy figure vanished mysteriously, only to reappear behind Lin Yu a moment later, its claws viciously slashing at his back. "Watch out!" Li Xuan reacted swiftly, pulling Lin Yu away. The shadowy figure's claws missed, leaving several deep scratch marks on the ground. "Damn it!" Lin Yu cursed under his breath, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. The mysterious figure moved even more freely in this shifting scene. The object in his hand emitted an eerie light, each attack carrying a powerful energy fluctuation. Li Xuan frowned, feeling his mental perception being interfered with, unable to accurately predict the mysterious figure's attack trajectory. Bai Yao saw Li Xuan's furrowed brow and walked to his side, gently stroking his face, her eyes filled with love and worry. "Brother Xuan, don't push yourself too hard." Li Xuan grasped Bai Yao's hand, giving her a reassuring look. "I'm fine, don't worry." He took a deep breath, suppressing his agitation and trying to calm himself. He knew this wasn't the time to panic; he had to find a way out of this predicament as soon as possible. Just then, the surrounding scenery changed again. Li Xuan saw the familiar training ground of his sect, his master's kind face, and the figures of his fellow disciples practicing martial arts—all flashed before his eyes. He seemed to have returned to the past, to that carefree time. The old sect leader's voice rang in his ears: "Xuan'er, in times of trouble, one must remain calm to find a way out." This familiar voice made Li Xuan's heart tremble; he seemed to have found his direction, and a power surged from the depths of his heart. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to immerse himself in this memory. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was more determined, and his movements were more decisive. His longsword danced, drawing out sharp sword energies, forcing the mysterious man to retreat continuously. In the interplay of memory and battle, Li Xuan suddenly discovered that the mysterious man seemed to possess an aura related to the old sect leader. He was startled; could it be...? "Mu Yang, cover me!" Li Xuan shouted, his figure like lightning, rushing towards the mysterious man. The mysterious man sneered, and the weapon in his hand erupted with light again, a powerful energy shock rushing straight towards Li Xuan. Li Xuan neither dodged nor evaded, a resolute glint in his eyes. "Master, today, your disciple will avenge you!" His longsword, imbued with immense power, slashed fiercely at the mysterious figure… "You…you…why do you have…" In the training ground, sunlight streamed onto the bluestone slabs, reflecting a dazzling light. Young Li Xuan was practicing his sect's sword techniques, move by move. The old sect leader stood by, his kind gaze fixed on him, offering occasional guidance. "Xuan'er, sword techniques are not about quantity, but quality. You must feel them with your heart to grasp their true essence." The old sect leader's voice echoed in Li Xuan's ears, like a warm current flowing into his heart. Memories surged like a tide, washing over Li Xuan's thoughts. He seemed to have returned to the past, to that carefree time. The sounds of his fellow disciples laughing and playing, the scenes of his master's earnest teachings flashed before his eyes, clear and real. "Master…" Li Xuan murmured softly, a trace of longing and pain flashing in his eyes. The scene of his sect's annihilation flashed through his mind again: raging flames, crumbling walls, and his fellow disciples lying in pools of blood—the images tore at his heart. "Ah!" Li Xuan roared, his longsword erupting with dazzling light. He poured all his grief and rage into his swordplay, the force of his blade fierce and relentless, like a storm crashing down on the mysterious man. The mysterious man was clearly startled by Li Xuan's sudden outburst, hastily brandishing his weapon to defend himself. The eerie light emanating from the weapon clashed with Li Xuan's sword energy, producing a piercing sound.

Mu Yang, Lin Yu, and Ling Feng also snapped out of their brief reverie and quickly joined the battle, fighting alongside Li Xuan against the mysterious man and the shadowy figure. Lin Yu's wounds were still bleeding, but he ignored it, wielding his longsword with ferocious power. Ling Feng used his unique spiritual energy to constantly disrupt the shadowy figure's movements, creating opportunities for the others. Bai Yao stayed by Li Xuan's side, vigilantly observing the surroundings, ready to intervene at any moment. The fierce battle continued in constantly shifting scenes. Sometimes it was in the familiar training grounds of their sect, sometimes on a desolate wasteland, sometimes in a deep forest. Reality and memories intertwined, causing everyone to feel dizzy. During one confrontation with the mysterious man, Li Xuan suddenly discovered that the object in the mysterious man's hand bore the same symbol as his sect! This discovery startled him, sending a chill down his spine. What was going on? Could the destruction of his sect be related to this mysterious man? He carefully observed the mysterious man's every move, trying to find more clues. He discovered that the mysterious man seemed to exude a familiar aura, an aura... somewhat similar to that of the old sect leader! This discovery made Li Xuan even more puzzled and intensified his unease. The old sect leader was highly respected and revered; how could he be connected to this mysterious man? "You..." Li Xuan pointed at the mysterious man, his tone filled with shock and confusion. The mysterious man sneered, not answering Li Xuan's question. The artifact in his hand shone brightly, and a powerful energy wave spread outwards. Just then, a woman in a black robe suddenly appeared on the battlefield. She was tall and beautiful, but her eyes were cold and filled with killing intent. Her appearance seemed to make the mysterious man's power even stronger, and made the battle even more unpredictable.

The woman slowly walked to the mysterious man's side and said in a cold voice, "It seems you've run into some trouble..."