Chapter 823 - 511: Sword Finger at the Demon Emperor, the True Thirty-Three Heavens, and… Spirit Mountain_2

Chapter 823: Chapter 511: Sword Finger at the Demon Emperor, the True Thirty-Three Heavens, and... Spirit Mountain_2

That thing was flowing, yet it flowed extremely slowly.

"The river of time."

"No, or rather, a projected segment captured from the river of time."

"This Spirit Mountain..."

Zhao Fu looked toward that long river.

In an instant, his mind went blank once more.

Countless fragmented memories surged from within the river of time.

Zhao Fu’s pupils suddenly lost focus as a large amount of broken soul fragments erupted from the back of his head.

In the segments within the river of memory.

A vast starry sky fleet.

The majestic Western Spirit Mountain.

A kingdom of immortals with endless territories.

The Supreme Sect controlling countless worlds.

And the one who shattered everything, attempting to reach the other shore.

"Ancient Celestial Venerable!"

"Ah————————"

In an instant, Zhao Fu’s mind completely shattered.

More than half of it went dim, entering self-repair.

But Zhao Fu’s eyes regained spirit.

That spirit came from the sword.

The secondary personality, Sword Zealot.

Sword Intent emerged, protected by the Divine Sword, carrying Zhao Fu rushing out.

It seemed to break through a thin membrane in an instant.

Flowing light streaked across the sky, swiftly passing the Celestial Scale Demon Country and flying back to the Sky Sparrow Demon Kingdom.

Even the secondary personality was left in tatters.

The Sword Zealot personality also entered self-protection.

A new personality was born.

The third personality of the Divine Soul Tri-Transformation.

However, both the primary and secondary personalities went into self-seclusion, leaving the third personality unable to access much of the original body’s memories.

That is to say, when the third personality took control of the body.

Zhao Fu had amnesia.

Regardless of everything.

Zhao Fu eventually left this place.

Spirit Mountain.

This absolutely silent space seemed to have changed due to Zhao Fu’s glimpse.

The Great Saint’s body in the center of the Thirty-Three Heavens began to struggle.

It seemed to want to break free from this place.

However, a vast divine thunder rose from the ground, rising from below.

"Ah———"

This Great Saint seemed to be a woman, groaning in pain.

Continuously struggling, but to no avail.

Below the Spirit Mountain, a few wills seemed to move.

....................

Outer space.

A seven-colored figure seemed to sense something.

Its gigantic wings trembled, wings covering the sun, moon, stars, and the vast starry sky, as it descended towards the Extreme West Land.

...............

"Is that, Fu’er?"

Amidst a chatter of urgency and confusion.

Father Zhao emerged from his seclusion.

He saw at an open space.

Zhao Fu lay collapsed on the ground, clutching the sword he had picked up.

The Immortal Sword he had prepared for him had long disappeared.

Meanwhile, Zhao’s Mother was anxiously examining Zhao Fu’s condition.

At this moment, Zhao Fu’s eyes were vacant, and he curiously looked around.

Father Zhao’s heart sank.

In his impression.

Zhao Fu had always been a precociously calm person, never surprised by anything.

He never showed curiosity, even when he was seven or eight and just began on the Path of Cultivation.

Zhao Fu never displayed the kind of curiosity typical of ordinary children.

Father Zhao didn’t mind, because their Fu’er was truly a genius.

That was how a genius should behave.

And now.

The once genius looked curiously at this world, as if a child just becoming self-aware.

Ignorant, bewildered.

"What exactly happened?"

"Reporting to the Daoist Leader, there is news from Yellow Heaven Dao."

"Two hours ago, the Young Master, the Young Master in the Celestial Scale Kingdom, slashed three top Demon Kings with his sword."

"And furthermore, fought... the Black Jade Fox Emperor..."

"Battled... the Demon Emperor!?"

Upon hearing this.

Every cultivator, including Father Zhao, looked at Zhao Fu with shock and complexity.

"Battle, battle the Demon Emperor."

"Turns out, we of the Human Race, can really accomplish this."

Father Zhao felt exhausted, half-kneeling, he pounded the ground hard with his fist.

The Demon Emperor, even he could not contend against.

It was hard for him to imagine what Zhao Fu had been through.

To have ended up like this.

The entire scene fell silent.

No one knew exactly what had happened.

Yet they seemed to imagine what had occurred.

He was a true Celestial Pride, attaining Heartbeat at eleven, Golden Core at sixty.

A genius of the heavens, within the same race, none could be his opponent.

To save his compatriots, he crossed thousands of miles of demon land, saving the Yellow Heaven Dao teetering on the brink of collapse.

In the name of the Sword God, he slew three top-tier Demon Kings.

Finally, to cover his compatriots’ retreat, he had to point his sword at that powerful Demon Emperor.

Though he left with his life, he had lost his memory to this extent.

This, how could one not be awed, not sigh?

"Bring the best physician, I must heal Fu’er!"

The cultivators were silent.

They half-knelt, as they did when Zhao Fu became the Young Master.

"In youth and impulsiveness, one thinks there is nothing in the world that cannot be done, finally realizing the world’s strength has limits." Some even murmured this saying.

Among the crowd.

Zhao Yuling stared intently at Zhao Fu.

"Lost Divine Soul..."

"Young Master, I will heal you, even if... I must return to that place."

............

Zhao Fu within the shell.

He could sense everything outside but couldn’t move.

"They seem to have filled in some details with their imagination."

Zhao Fu scratched his head.

If he truly had to fight the Demon Emperor, he actually wasn’t afraid.

Even if Zhao Fu could reincarnate endlessly, he wouldn’t do anything without assurance.

For instance, facing that Demon Emperor.

Zhao Fu’s reliance was the Nameless Divine Sword he found.

The Divine Sword Nameless, a Divine Object concealed in mystery.

To ordinary eyes, it appeared as nothing more than a common longsword.

In Zhao Fu’s hands, he could awaken the sword’s extraordinariness, gaining its power.

But it wasn’t much.

Because this sword sought someone of pure sincerity.

Zhao Fu possessed a Sword Heart, wielded Sword Intent, and had once slain strong foes with his sword.

But in his world, there was more than just the sword.

The Sword Zealot personality was formed from the part of Zhao Fu’s life most devoted to the Sword Dao.

The Sword Zealot could invoke almost all of the sword’s power.

Zhao Fu did not know the sword’s origin.

But using the Sword Zealot personality to awaken the Divine Sword yielded strength that allowed him to face the Demon Emperor.

Though the perception between life levels was like a vast chasm.

Escaping from the adversary’s grip had become much less burdensome.

Especially as most of the Demon Emperors and all Celestial Demons of the Thirty-Three Celestial Demon Kingdoms vanished.

The few remaining Demon Emperors were newly ascended, suppressing their cultivation deliberately.

They might know the truth of the Demon Cultivators’ disappearance, but their duty was to maintain stability across the thirty-three demon kingdoms.

These Demon Emperors were only just newly ascended.

Thus, Zhao Fu could wield his sword and feel the power of this life level.

Though it seemed people around misunderstood something.

Zhao Fu was helpless but could not control his body.

The primary and secondary personalities were sealed off.

The third personality was not as Zhao Fu had hoped—a persona advantageous and controllable to him.

Instead, it turned into a personality as pure as a child.

Or perhaps, a childlike heart.

Zhao Fu was helpless.

He looked at the light mass within his Sea of Consciousness.

"Before I can digest it, I’m afraid I can’t leave this place."