Chen Yongjie was lost in turmoil. During the monumental battle on the Pamir Plateau, he faced death head-on without a second thought. But now, he was consumed with worry. He was unwilling to leave at such a crucial time. 0

He hurriedly left a video message, explaining the cause and effect in case he had no choice but to embark on this uncertain journey. He wanted Guan Lin to understand the reasons behind his actions. 0

"Perhaps there's still time. The rain of light flows, but it hasn't vanished yet. Is this just the beginning?" he wondered, observing the luminescence of his own body. 0

Suddenly, his expression froze, then became tumultuous with shock. The ethereal light rain exuding from him bore an eerie familiarity. 0

"Master!" He recalled an event from thirty years ago when his master vanished under mysterious circumstances, leaving behind an aura similar to what he was experiencing now. The mountains where it happened were covered by a serene light. Anyone who entered would disappear without a trace, and only a black sword was left behind. That very sword had been his weapon of choice ever since. 0

"Did my master venture into inter-domain warfare, caught up in it by mistake? Or was he chosen for some reason?" Chen Yongjie's unease transformed into a fierce determination in...0