Xiaoxiao.

Although time seemed to have passed quietly, the sharp blade still gleamed with a chilling light, as if it had just been forged. The Qin Empire's exquisite weapon-forging craftsmanship was once again undeniably proven at this moment.

The crowd gathered around, their eyes wide as they carefully examined the mysterious and ancient longsword.

They carefully stroked the hilt of the knife, feeling the traces of history and the vicissitudes of time that remained on it.

Finally, after a thorough examination, the pattern representing the emblem of the Qin Dynasty on the hilt came into view.

This national emblem, like a bright ray of light, instantly illuminated everyone's eyes and unequivocally confirmed the noble status of this long sword.

However, the surprises didn't stop there. As people continued to look at the connection between the hilt and the blade, an amazing discovery appeared before their eyes—the five powerful characters "墨龙自用剑" (Mo Long's Personal Sword) were clearly engraved on it in a near-perfect manner.

Ying Yue recognized the familiar handwriting at a glance, and her heart was instantly overwhelmed by a surge of strong emotions.

Overwhelmed with emotion, she couldn't contain herself. Her eyes reddened, tears welled in them, and her voice trembled slightly as she cried out, "It's Brother Mo's sword! Zheng'er, it really is Brother Mo's sword! Brother Mo..."

This sudden discovery caused Ying Yue's body to tremble violently. She gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, as if she could grasp that distant and precious memory.

He kept muttering to himself, "Fifth Brother Mo, Fifth Brother Mo..." Each call was filled with deep longing and affection for his deceased friend.

Ying Yue's emotions were as turbulent as a surging sea, and this excitement was entirely understandable.

The team originally consisted of 7 people, and each of them treated Ying Yue with more kindness and care than their own family.

They genuinely liked this cute and sensible little sister, especially Kuang Zheng, who took great care of her.

The other team members were equally eager, even wishing they could pluck the bright moon from the sky and give it to her, just to win a smile from her.

It was during those days in Longyan that Yingyue truly experienced the warmth of home for the first time.

However, fate cruelly played a trick on her. In the days that followed, four comrades who were even closer to her than her own brother stepped into the perilous wilderness.

In those fleeting moments, the grief Ying Yue felt was as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down on an egg.

Watching your loved ones walk step by step toward death is a cruel and heartbreaking experience!

During that dark and difficult time, if Kuang Zheng hadn't been there for her all the time, giving her endless support and encouragement, Ying Yue probably wouldn't have been able to hold on.

Therefore, from the very first day she stepped into the wilderness, searching for any clues that her four comrades might have left behind became Ying Yue's most important and actively pursued task.

It's not for any other reason than the deep, unforgettable longing hidden in my heart.

Now, when she finally sees these figures who were once inseparable in life and death again, the excitement in her heart is like a flood bursting its banks, how can she suppress it?

Wu Ren, standing to the side, had red eyes, with tears welling up in them. His hands trembled as he carefully picked up the broken knife, as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

He carefully examined the blade, the handle, and any remaining marks, scrutinizing every detail.

After a long while, Wu Ren took a deep breath and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "That's right, this is Mo Long's sword. We gave it to him back then, so there's no way we could be mistaken. It's definitely his sword, I'm absolutely certain!!"

The other two also focused their attention on Wu Ren and the broken sword.

They witnessed all of this, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

You see, ever since they stepped into this mysterious and dangerous wilderness, the three of them had been keeping a close eye on their four comrades who had been forced to enter this place.

Unfortunately, despite their best efforts to search, they were unable to find any trace of the four people.

They were actually mentally prepared for this outcome.

After all, they had witnessed firsthand the massive mushroom cloud created by their comrades' self-destruction.

They knew very well that survival was impossible after such a powerful explosion.

Even so, they continued their search with a sliver of hope, hoping to find any items left behind by their comrades, even if it was just a small object.

If they can truly gain something, they can build a cenotaph for these fallen comrades to express their deep longing and remembrance for them.

Of course, they also understood that the chances of success in this search were extremely slim.

But as long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will not give up easily.

Because in their hearts, those comrades who fought side by side are always heroes worthy of respect and remembrance.

However, the long sword that appeared before them at this moment was like a bolt from the blue, completely shattering and overturning all their previous understanding!

Looking back on those awe-inspiring mushroom clouds I witnessed back then, upon closer reflection, they may not have actually been caused by the self-destruction of those few individuals.

You must understand that this place is already close to the central part of the wilderness, and it is more than a thousand miles away from where those mushroom clouds were!

Given the strength and level of those four people at the time, the power generated by their self-destruction could never have reached this point.

Since the facts are so clear, it is highly likely that the mushroom cloud we saw back then was not caused by the self-destruction of those people at all.

At least Mo Long didn't. Not only did he not self-destruct, he even traveled all the way to this place...

It's just that no one knows why he left his sword here, and because so much time has passed...

The withered branches and fallen leaves on the ground had long since covered up all traces, so the three of them had no idea what had happened here before.

To find out the truth, we must enter this mysterious canyon.

The other side, which they had originally planned to bypass, now became a place they had to set foot on.

Because within this might lie the things they've always been unable to let go of, their countless comrades-in-arms who fought side by side day and night...