Nine abysses.

Under the gloomy canopy, above the endless wasteland, scattered countless rocks, large and small, have existed since the time when this world was opened up, and time passes, and the years have passed, and the position has almost never moved, as lifeless as this space.

In the middle of the wasteland is a stone platform about ten feet high, which is the only bright spot in this barren world.

On the stone platform, there is a long sword with a clear body like water, and the beautiful sword spike hangs down on the hilt, and suddenly a gust of wind blows from nowhere, and the black tassel flutters gently.

A slightly illusory hand held the sword spike, immediately put it down, and stretched it aside for a while, confirming that Fang Cai's feeling was not an illusion, and then put it down.

The sword spirit sat cross-legged beside the long sword, and a trace of doubt rose in his clear eyes: "Wind?"

She knew what wind was, and when she was bored, she would find a random place to pour and attack, and the attack would bring fluctuations in the air current, and someone seemed to tell her that it was called "wind".

But it was a dead world, and there was no one but her, and when she didn't use her strength, she couldn't feel the flow of qi.

The sword spirit suddenly had an inexplicable feeling that this world was ...... Something seems to be different, it's changing.

Change, that's a very foreign word to her.

Since its birth, the sword spirit and the ontological Xuanming Sword have been living in this small world, and countless years have passed, she knows every corner of the world well, and she also realizes more clearly that if she doesn't make a move, this world will not change anything.

Sleep in the sword, what the world is like before waking up, what it will be like when you wake up.

But today, the world suddenly changed by itself, which made Sword Spirit have a strange and strange emotion in his heart—curiosity.

As if her curiosity was suddenly activated, she suddenly had many doubtful questions.

"The world will change on its own?"

"Why hasn't anything changed before?"

"What will the world look like after the change?"

"Will there be a spirit like mine in those stones?"

......

Countless thoughts filled her mind that she hadn't thought about in years, and Sword Spirit suddenly stood up—she decided to look elsewhere, maybe she could find the source of the change.

I don't know how long it took, she had walked this little world again, and then she was surprised to find that this familiar world was getting bigger!

Sword Spirit's expedition did not answer any confusion in her heart, but instead made her feel a lot more confused.

Puzzled, she finally returned to the stone platform, but at this time she was different from her in the past countless years, and she had something very, very wanted to figure out.

All of Sword Spirit's questions were answered shortly after.

One day, an earth-shattering loud bang resounded through this dead world, and the sword spirit locked onto the source of the sound in an instant, and looked in one direction—it came from the edge of the world in this direction.

This loud sound seemed to have some kind of magic, activating this dead and silent world, and everywhere as far as the eye could see, whether it was the gloomy sky, the gravel-strewn earth, or even the stone platform under the feet, suddenly lit up countless lines and runes of different colors, they hooked up with each other, forming strange patterns, the light flickered, regardless of its significance, it was really gorgeous.

The country sword spirit who has lived for so long and has never seen so many colors is stunned: how did I not know that the place where I live is so cool?

But in the next moment, she didn't have time to think so much, and suddenly eight chains of different colors extended from the void, they were firmly fixed on the stone platform, and the light flowing on them seemed to be spiritual, wrapped around the Xuanming Sword that was obliquely inserted on the stone platform.

A feeling of depression rose suddenly, heavier and heavier, accompanied by a burning pain, either of which made the sword spirit strange.

Her first instinct was to return to the Xuanming Sword, but she found that she couldn't do it at all, her body seemed to be cut off from another world by those lights, and she couldn't sense it back through her mind.

Even the most ignorant creatures have the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, and the sword spirit feels danger for the first time, but she has already understood her current situation - these beautiful looking lights have bad intentions towards her, and even want to kill her!

Instinctively, she was reluctant to sit still.

An illusory long sword identical to the Xuanming Sword appeared in the sword spirit's hand, and she swung a sword under increasing pressure, and the sharp sword qi hit those rays of light, but it couldn't shake them at all.

For the first time, the Sword Spirit realized that she was not the only one in this world who possessed power, and that the other possessor of power was far more powerful than her.

A sense of terror hit her heart, but she didn't seem to be born to tremble with fear, but instead held the sword in her hand tighter, her eyes fluttered with anger, and she didn't hesitate to say another sword, two swords......

The Sword Spirit didn't know what it meant to wait and see, or what a grasshopper shook a tree, and her only thought was to break through the damn light - she wanted to go back to her body!

Those chains turned a blind eye to her, how much strength could a sword spirit with a sealed body have, and the weakest spirit clan would not be worse than her.

"Boom!"

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

......

As the sword spirit tried to save the main body, there were loud noises, and they also came from the direction from which the original loud noise came, and each sound shook the world fiercely.

The sword spirit stopped suddenly, noticing the strange change, and realizing that whenever the world shook, the chain light weakened the binding on her body by a point—more efficient than the countless swings of her sword.

"Wait. ”

She didn't go any further, but frowned and looked into the distance, where the sky seemed to be less gloomy, and she could even faintly see that there seemed to be many shadows on the clouds.

"——!"

A loud phoenix roar pierced through the crack and entered the dead silence of heaven and earth, Sword Spirit's eyes widened in astonishment, she saw a strange light - no, it should be called "fire", the fire burned through the sky and fell into her world!

She instantly looked back at the main body, and sure enough, the light had become extremely dim, as if it would disappear in the next moment.

"Hahaha!"

A series of happy laughter came from afar, and it seemed that in an instant, from the gap burned by the flames to the vicinity of the stone platform, the sword spirit looked at the streamer, and was secretly surprised: it would take a long time for her to walk such a long distance.

After the streamer, there were many more rays of light, different colors, but they were all very fast, and before the sword spirit could finish the thoughts in his heart, they had already landed on the edge of the stone platform.

The light faded, and one after another figures appeared, including the gray-haired old man with fairy wind and bones, the glamorous beauty with the phoenix and the phoenix, and the young man with a fluttering sword in white......

They have different looks and breaths, but the only thing they have in common is the gaze they look at the stone platform—surprise, fanaticism, greed, and ambition.

Inexplicably, the sword spirit decided in an instant that he didn't like this group of people.