readx;? The world was divided into two. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When Ian woke up again, he was surprised to find this unbelievable fact.

And then he realized that it wasn't the world that really became two, but his perspective that became two.

One is a gray world that tends to solidify, while the other is a place of vivid and colorful life.

"What is this?"

He muttered, completely unaware of what was going on.

Long ago, the world in his eyes was an unchanging stagnant domain, but now, in one of his perspectives, he actually saw the fluttering of dust in the air and the vivid colors in the eyes of normal people.

He suddenly thought of something, subconsciously tried to raise his right hand, stretched it out in front of his eyes, kept opening and closing his five fingers, and then as if he was sure of something, his eyes widened slightly, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

Due to the side effects of the sword intent, his body was almost rigid, and he was basically unable to make any slightly larger movements. But at this moment, he raised his right hand with ease!

"Am I alright?"

Ian stared blankly at his right hand, only to feel that he had been hit by a large pie, and he had fallen into the bottom of despair before falling asleep, but when he woke up, he had recovered. And the pain before was as false as a dream.

He was excited to jump to his feet, but as soon as he got up, a sharp pain suddenly came from his body and caused him to fall again. But after he fell, instead of feeling depressed, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The side effects of the sword intent had passed, and he had regained control of his body. And the reason why he couldn't sit up was just because he was a little too anxious, and his body, which had been overdrawn by the battle before, had not recovered at the moment.

After knowing this, Ian's heart suddenly welled up with joy for the rest of his life.

Although he doesn't know why, he seems to have time to continue to live in this world and protect the girl he wants to protect.

Thinking so, he turned his head to look at Fei'er beside him, wanting to tell her the happy news.

Only at this moment, the girl was obviously closing her eyes, and like him before, she was in a deep sleep.

Ian looked at the girl's sleeping face quietly, and after a moment of hesitation, finally decided not to disturb her rest.

The girl was no longer human, and was able to survive even without the need for food and hibernation. However, just because she doesn't need it doesn't mean she can't eat and sleep. She was so tired, and now it was time for her to get some rest.

Next, it was up to him to take care of something and get them out of here.

And to accomplish this, his immediate priority now is to recover his overdrawn physical strength. So, he turned his head to look at his right-hand side, and in his mind, there should still be half a bottle of stamina-restoring potions.

Sure enough, a potion bottle lying horizontally, only the most important potion among them, had already flowed out of the mouth of the bottle, spilled all over the ground, and left some small imprints.

"Okay. Ian pursed his lips, deeply regretting his lack of attention.

This is a powerful stamina-restoring potion specially made by Yelena, and only half a bottle can greatly alleviate the sequelae of the berserk potion. If he could fill the remaining half bottle, in his current condition, after the potion took effect, he would definitely be able to walk out with Fei'er in his arms.

Just for now......

Ian slowly turned to the side, reached into his pocket, and after digging through some broken potion bottles, found the jerky hidden at the bottom.

He brought the jerky to his mouth, tore it off, and chewed it carefully. Suddenly, the mixed smell of various medicines, accompanied by the taste of the jerky itself, overflowed the entire mouth.

"Very well, at least there is some stamina-restoring potion left here. ”

Swallowing the food in his mouth, Ian spat casually. Taking advantage of the meal time, I thought about why the sequelae of sword intent suddenly disappeared.

"Do I have my own beliefs?"

Ian thought about it for a while, and decided to try to slowly urge the sword intent in his body, trying to find the answer from this. And just as this thought appeared in his mind, the soft groan of sword intent suddenly sounded in his ears.

Only this time, the voice was incomparably clearer, and it was no longer like the hazy words that had been spoken through a light veil.

It spoke to Ian of its joy.

It spoke to Ian of the power it held.

Whether real or illusory, concrete or abstract.

As long as Ian has that concept in his heart, as long as his will can support its power.

Then it can cut everything off for him.

That's what it is.

Ian froze in place. It wasn't until this moment that he knew why he was able to split the space before.

Because this is the characteristic of the sword intent he holds.

And at this moment, he finally truly crossed the portal and became a complete sword master.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that the belief that supported him to become a sword saint was actually the oath he kept repeating before he fell asleep.

"Is this okay?"

At this, his face was full of consternation, and it was hard to imagine that this could be the case.

Faith is the foundation of all wills, and wills without the support of beliefs are just duckweed without roots.

The essence of the faith that the Sword Master needs is the idea that he can stick to for the rest of his life, so that he can give birth to the will that can carry out their life.

In the past, Ian couldn't imagine what faith was like.

As a soul from a materialistic world, his thinking is too complicated, and he has never believed that there is anything pure in the world.

But at this moment, he realized that he was wrong, and he was extremely wrong.

In the past, he has actually always fallen into a misunderstanding.

Does Faith Have To Be Great?

Only seemingly lofty "things" such as upholding justice, protecting the world, changing history, saving sentient beings, creating miracles, and so on are worthy of being called beliefs?

Ian never had any big ambitions, and he never thought he would be such a great man.

He doesn't believe in absolute good and evil, and he doesn't think that everything in this world is right or wrong.

So he couldn't have such lofty beliefs, never will.

All he can hold are those small beliefs that he has neglected and that he thinks are not "beliefs" at all.

Yes, faith doesn't need to be great. They can also be small, limited, and egoistic.

When he silently recited his vows in his heart, he already had his own beliefs.

So the Kalachakra hand returns to square one.

The world was split in two before his eyes.

One is full of gray tones and almost completely stagnant, the other is full of vivid colors and is extremely dynamic.

And his will can naturally wander between these two worlds.