Lingzong stared at the glass arch in front of him, one by one the fragments were like ripples of moonlight shining on the surface of the lake, his eyes were full of elegant despair, he knew.

The time of its own is over.

The glass arch was completely distorted, a big sword was stirred into the viscous metal, accompanied by an old-fashioned shout, a puff of smoke billowed in, and Lingzong saw an old man, to be precise, an old man wearing a skirt that looked nondescript and had an uncle's face and an old beard, holding a big sword that shimmered with colorful light, and slashed at his face.

A wry smile appeared on his face, it was the smile of the king Chi Twilight facing the ants, "Hey, is your profession a swordsman?"

Before he finished speaking, the old man's sword slashed on his shoulder, with a bang, blood splashed, the old man's hand trembled, and his stomach swelled, Lingzong looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the big sword.

The old man instantly looked a little nervous, "Hey, do you still have the strength?"

His hands trembled violently, and after a long time, seeing that the Spirit Sect had not moved, he exhaled a breath and scolded, "Ge Laozidi! Hahaha! Before you die, you have to pretend, is it the unique attribute of your upper-class people to pretend to be forced?"

Lingzong looked at the person in front of him, did not speak, he suddenly remembered his first love, it was the same rainy day as today, the raindrops were very small, his soul was swimming in the vast sky, in front of him was a grand palace, and in front of the palace stood a wonderful girl.

The girl had long brown and black silky hair, her feet were spread out, the iron boots on her feet rattled, and the girl's elite pupils seemed to be twinkling with stars.

Before Lingzong had time to look at her, he was sucked into the palace of order by a force, and he hurriedly fiddled with his hair before leaving, eager to be favored by the girl, but who knew that the latter pouted, "If you dress better, you have to pretend to be forced, and the general looks down on you the most." ”

Later, Lingzong conquered the Pangu Continent, and in the last battle, the girl he had a crush on had become a beautiful woman, and he took care of his wet clothes in front of her because he had killed too many people, and told her that power is a black iron sword, which is controlled by the strong and despised by the weak. Later, she became Lingzong's first wife.

Later, she died.

Lingzong never thought that she came to her side, and what she had been waiting for was this moment, for this moment, she was willing to spend her best thirty years of youth, thirty years of twilight, and suddenly made a decision to let this inconspicuous swordsman in front of her, holding the sword of salvation, pierce her heart.

A few cracks suddenly appeared around Lingzong, and out of the cracks came all kinds of robed people, these robed people had long white beards on their faces, their faces were wrinkled, and strange objects were painted on their robes, these people were shocked at first, and then ecstatic when they saw Lingzong's appearance!

"This, this, this!"

They burst into tears, they didn't know what to do, the old man in front of Lingzong, the long skirt gradually dissipated, his face became old, and at the last moment, he finally cut a big hole under Lingzong's shoulder, and fiercely split his heart in two!

Lingzong's eyes dimmed, he lay on the ground, and the old man in front of him threw his long sword aside at once, and was picked up by a robed man as if it were a treasure, and the robed man surrounded the old man.

"How did you do that?"

"I, I" The old man didn't dare to speak, one of the robed people gestured in the air for a long time, frowning, "It's really strange, this warrior seems to be the most ordinary swordsman by profession, and his qualifications are also average, is it because he used some hidden method?"

Lingzong looked at the old man before he died, and smiled disdainfully, but he didn't expect that he ended up planted in the hands of a minion, which was really a great irony.

He felt his body lightening, and gradually, the perspective took off the ground, he looked at his body that was cooling, at the group of robed people who were still in a stupid state, and gradually, he saw the city he had built with all his heart, saw the mountains and rivers, and saw the mysterious palace in the clouds.

According to legend, after the death of people in the Pangu Continent, they will go to a place called the Soul Realm, where there is no war, but the Spirit Sect likes war, there is no one they love, that person may be scattered, in order to set off the counterattack history of a righteous and weak person, there is no competition for fame and fortune, people will die if they do not fight for fame and fortune, I don't know if the soul is like this?

Where does the soul go if it dies?

"Hinata?!"

Lingzong's perspective flew higher and higher, and in the end, it finally dimmed.

(End of Prologue)