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Chapter 273 I Am You
“Sun Zhe... Sun Zhe... Sun Zhe...”
The continuous calls echoed in Sun Zhe's heart, like a gentle breeze stirring ripples on the surface of the sea. In a daze, Sun Zhe seemed to sense something, his eyebrows twitching slightly, and then he truly opened his eyes, only to find them bloodshot and filled with exhaustion.
Sun Zhe wanted to raise his right hand but sadly discovered that he couldn't even move his fingers. He summoned his feeble Divine Consciousness to probe around and was horrified to realize how terrible his condition was; it seemed that "severely injured" could hardly describe it. If nothing unexpected happened, he would probably just have to wait here to die.
A deep bitterness flashed across his lips. The Nine Reincarnation Tower was indeed the Nine Reincarnation Tower. With his strength, he could only reach such a state. In an instant, Sun Zhe thought of his late mother, his obedient younger brother, and the adorable Jingjing. Finally, he remembered his friends in the Thunder Continent, Zhao Ang, Shen Yan, Takeda... and many more.
“Is it over...” he murmured softly, a hint of gray Death Qi surfacing in his eyes.
“Sun Zhe... Sun Zhe...”
The weak yet powerful voice continued to resonate. Under this call, Sun Zhe seemed to regain some strength and slowly lifted his head. This simple action drained all his energy, but when he saw the scene before him, his paralyzed body involuntarily trembled.
“Ancestor!”
A burly Black-Haired Young Man stood quietly in front of him, dressed in plain coarse cloth, yet it could not conceal the terrifying energy contained within him. Even standing there casually, an Arrogant and unruly aura surrounded him. His black eyes calmly gazed at Sun Zhe, containing an unfathomable depth.
“Ancestor, is that you?”
Sun Zhe's pale lips moved slightly as he spoke again. He had seen this figure more than a thousand times because a painting just like this one was displayed in the Sun Clan's ancestral hall. Every time he paid respects, he would see it again; this person was undoubtedly one of his Sun Family ancestors and the former owner of the Ancient Bell Blade.
Thinking of the Ancient Bell Blade, Sun Zhe felt a jolt in his heart and looked up again, only to find that the Ancient Bell Blade he once held had vanished, while the Black Ancient Coin Blade was now gripped in the hands of the man before him.
The moment the Ancient Bell Blade reached his hands, it seemed to reveal the true power of the Ancient Divine Weapon. The black Long Sword, held firmly in hand, roared like an Azure Wind Dragon, emitting an unimaginable aura of Kuangba. The sword was the king of all weapons; at this moment, the Ancient Bell Blade truly unleashed its infinite dominance.
Taking two slow steps forward, the Black-Haired Young Man stood before Sun Zhe. Looking at the paralyzed Sun Zhe, there was no hint of joy or sorrow in his eyes—only a profound gaze that seemed to see through everything. He slowly opened his mouth and said,
“I am not your ancestor!”
His voice was deep and solid, evoking an instinctive sense of strength in those who heard it. At the same time, it had a magnetic quality that seemed to contain a mysterious kind of Law, drawing people into its depths.
“But I clearly saw your portrait in my Sun Clan Ancestral Hall, and your holding of the Ancient Bell Blade makes everything clear...” Somehow finding strength from somewhere, Sun Zhe immediately retorted loudly.
The Black-Haired Young Man remained unmoved, staring intently at Sun Zhe, and spoke slowly, word by word:
"You are mistaken. I am not your ancestor; I am you. Sun Jian is Sun Zhe, and you, Sun Zhe, are also me, Sun Jian. Rise!" As soon as he finished speaking, the one who called himself Sun Jian waved his right hand, and a chaotic storm immediately lifted Sun Zhe off the ground, bringing him to stand directly in front of him.
"No, it’s impossible! You are my ancestor; how could you be me... I am not you; I am Sun Zhe! I am just myself!" Seemingly going mad, Sun Zhe shouted frantically.
"Since you understand now, why do you still cling to your delusions? Those brutal demons are invading our Nine Continents. We can no longer hide here. Grip the Ancient Bell tightly; let’s go protect our people together!"
Sun Zhe began to move forward slowly, and the Black-Haired Young Man also stepped forward. The distance between them grew smaller and smaller until their bodies did not collide but instead merged in a strange manner. At that moment of merging, a long-sealed memory flooded into his mind.
In the Void, a tall figure stood suspended in mid-air, the bloodstains on his body vanished completely, and his injuries healed as well. Most astonishingly, his aura surged to an unimaginable level, yet his eyes remained tightly shut, with his eyebrows twitching as if he were engaged in some fierce struggle.
After a long while, the tightly closed eyes finally began to open slowly. At this moment, the previous confusion had completely disappeared, replaced by a dazzling brilliance akin to stars. The sheer intensity of that light made it hard to look directly at him. Most astonishingly, within that gaze was a strong aura of Vicissitudes.
"Sun Zhe... Sun Jian... So that's how it is. I didn’t expect so many years to have passed..."
With a step into the void, he suddenly traversed a distance of thousands of feet and appeared in a mountain village where countless bizarre demons gathered—some towering over a hundred feet tall while others were several feet high—but each exuded an extremely dense aura of Demonic Energy. Upon seeing Sun Zhe arrive, these ferocious demons immediately roared and charged at him.
Without hesitation, he swung his Long Sword; the brilliant and chilling Sword Qi transformed into a black phantom that cleaved through a row of demons in front of him, splattering glamorous blood everywhere.
Sun Zhe's figure flickered continuously as he took down demon after demon. In an instant, the entire village was filled with blood. In just a moment, Sun Zhe had slain thousands of demons without even changing his expression. His figure flashed again and he instantly teleported to a city where tens of thousands of ferocious demons gathered.
The slaughter continued...
Time passed without notice; he had lost count of how many he had killed. Sun Zhe seemed to have forgotten everything else; all that remained in his mind was one action: swinging the Ancient Bell Blade.
He killed countless demons and innumerable humans; he even severed mountains of beast corpses. He killed beautiful women and old men alike; he shattered the void and broke apart the seas. Gradually, he finally grew tired—after all, he was just a man and not a god. Eventually, exhaustion overcame him; his eyes slowly closed as his robust body began to fall downward.
He needed rest!
At that moment, the entire world suddenly changed again; everything returned to its original form—the mountains were still mountains, and the waters were still waters. Two shadows flashed through the Void and appeared directly before Sun Zhe; they were the two men who had begun observing him.
Both men hovered silently in front of Sun Zhe, their eyes fixed intently on this young figure before them. Neither spoke; their flickering gazes seemed to convey an indescribable aura.
"This guy probably doesn’t even realize he has been traversing the Nine Reincarnation Tower..." Finally, it was the Hulking Man who could no longer contain himself and spoke in a rough voice.
"This is the terrifying aspect of Illusionary Transformation, which can ensnare a person without them even realizing it. However, his ability to break into the sixth level has exceeded our expectations. In our clan, only those who have reached Holy Rank would possess such capability. His determination is firm, which makes him quite remarkable."
The tall man’s expression flickered as he sighed, "Nine Reincarnation Tower's first three transitions are Reality Shift, representing the first Reincarnation. The middle three transitions involve Illusionary Transformation, which causes one to involuntarily fall into it without awareness. A moment's carelessness can lead to madness. However, the last three transitions are truly frightening; reality and illusion give rise to each other, and every transition represents a Reincarnation, as well as a life-and-death trial. Therefore, even we do not dare to enter lightly."
"I want to seek a drop of Blood of the War Ancestor from the ancestral hall, merge it into his body, and then teach him the cultivation methods of our War Clan royalty, transforming this guy completely into one of us!" After a moment, the Hulking Man suddenly raised his head and spoke emphatically to the tall man.
"You observed for quite some time just now; you should understand that this child is from Blade Domain. What if all those old fellows from Blade Domain come looking for us?" The tall man furrowed his brow, looking somewhat troubled. However, upon seeing the young figure lying below, he couldn't help but feel a bit tempted.
"No, you are mistaken. His past life was in Blade Domain, but this life is not. Moreover, we are merely changing his bloodline to our Warrior Clan Bloodline, and we are not prohibiting him from joining Blade Domain. Having gained such great benefits, those old fellows would be delighted instead... Alright, let's do it this way. You take him to Duan Mountain, and I will visit the ancestral hall. Those old-timers in the Ancestral Hall may not even be willing..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the burly figure disappeared directly into the Nine Reincarnation Tower. The remaining tall man could only smile wryly and turned to look at the young figure in front of him, murmuring,
"I didn't expect him to be a reincarnated talent from Blade Domain. No wonder he possesses such astonishing Sword Intent... Thunder Law, Destruction Law, he probably isn't any worse than my disciple..."
As if recalling something, a faint smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.
(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please come to *** (******) to cast your recommendation votes; your support is my greatest motivation.)
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