I changed the world.

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Unlike the daytime outside, the Peach Blossom Spring was still bathed in the bright moonlight. On the shore of the lake in the Peach Blossom Spring, Zhang Jing stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the ripples stirred up by the breeze on the lake's surface.

Bamboo groves sway in the wind along the lake, like waves, while lotus flowers bloom in abundance on the lake's surface. Tiny fluorescent lights dance in and around the lake, resembling fireflies. The entire lake is as beautiful as a dream.

Not far from him was a broken stone tablet, on which an anonymous poem was faintly inscribed:

"Ten miles of flat lake covered with frost,

Every inch of my black hair is tinged with sorrow as I grow old.

Facing the moon, looking at each other,

I envy not the immortals, but the loving couple.

Half a step behind Zhang Jing was An Huiling. She wore light makeup, and in the moonlight, her skin appeared even whiter, like porcelain. Her bright eyes and white teeth were accentuated by her thick, black hair, which was tied back in a low bun. She wore a plain white swirling skirt, originally a traditional garment for women riding horses, lighter and more fitted than typical traditional clothing. In recent decades, it has been continuously improved for ease of movement and is now a popular style for women. However, a closer look at An Huiling's skirt revealed exquisite craftsmanship and subtle brocade patterns, clearly indicating it was not an ordinary style.

Her daily practice and extensive exercise have made her, who was already quite tall, even more upright and curvaceous. Her figure-hugging clothes, which are suitable for exercise, further accentuate her stunning curves.

The two were enjoying the lake view while chatting casually.

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"Senior Brother, what is the Absolute Heavenly Connection?" An Huiling asked curiously, while stealing glances at Zhang Jing's profile. She thought to herself, "It seems that Senior Brother's aura has become even more profound these past few days..."

"That is to sever the connection between the void and reality through powerful means, making all supernatural powers like water without a source or a tree without roots, thus preventing them from being manifested in the world," Zhang Jing said slowly.

"Is that so... How strong must one's cultivation be..." An Huiling's eyes widened upon hearing this.

"As far as I know, it should be within a certain range, perhaps the solar system, or perhaps even further... Otherwise, even gods cannot achieve an infinite range."

"That's incredible, simply unbelievable..." An Huiling was still amazed. Only those who had entered the path of cultivation could understand how terrifying and awe-inspiring that power could completely sever all supernatural abilities was. Even narrowing the scope to the solar system level, it was still beyond the comprehension of ordinary cultivators..."

“No wonder…” An Huiling said thoughtfully, “I’ve seen many ancient books with legends of gods, demons, and pagodas, but these kinds of legends have become rare in modern times…”

Seeing Zhang Jing slowly nod, An Huiling couldn't help but ask again, "But...why? Why is this happening? Why would there be such a drastic measure to sever the connection between heaven and earth?"

Zhang Jing hesitated for a moment, not answering immediately. It wasn't until An Huiling began to feel uneasy, fearing she had asked an inappropriate question, that Zhang Jing spoke in a low voice, "I also asked the teacher, but the teacher never gave me a direct answer until later, when I gradually guessed the possibility of the matter from some information I had gathered..."

Hearing her senior brother say this, An Huiling's curiosity grew even stronger, and she subconsciously held her breath.

"It must have originated from a war." Zhang Jing looked at the distant lake.

"war?"

"A war that swept across the entire extraordinary world..." Zhang Jing took a deep breath, turned his head to look at An Huiling, and their eyes met. Looking into those eyes that seemed to see into her heart, An Huiling felt inexplicably flustered and subconsciously lowered her head, her ears turning red.

"I'm not entirely clear on the specifics, since my master had already reopened the sect when I joined." Zhang Jing smiled slightly and turned his head again. "However, based on the information I've gathered, it seems to be inextricably linked to an evil god..."

Upon hearing her senior brother mention the word "evil god," An Huiling instinctively felt a chill run down her spine. She had truly experienced that near-desperate terror, and she held an extraordinary reverence for beings of such high status as "evil gods"...

He dared not ask any more questions, for fear of bringing unnecessary trouble upon himself...

The two gazed silently at the lake, remaining silent for a moment.

Chapter 487 Uncontrollable Emotions

After a while, Zhang Jing turned around and smiled, "You've rested enough to come back. Let's practice another set."

“Alright, then please give me your guidance, senior brother…” Upon hearing this, An Huiling perked up, flicked her right hand, and the bracelet on her wrist fell into her palm, transforming into a cyan longsword.

Zhang Jing simply made a stroke on a nearby bush, and a branch fell into his hand. With a flick of his wrist, it became as straight as a sword.

Helping An Huiling break down sword techniques was a good way to improve her close combat skills. However, the difference in their strength was too great, so Zhang Jing never used a real sword, but instead used branches instead.

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With a single thrust of the sword, the figure before him shattered like a phantom...

It's so fast!

Beads of sweat appeared on An Huiling's forehead, and her five senses were magnified to their maximum in an instant...

left? Or the right?

I think I can hear the sound of wind...

right……

An Huiling spun her longsword and swept it to the right...

"Good reaction!" A voice of praise came, and An Huiling's longsword once again missed its target. The longsword was gently pulled by a force of moderate strength, and thus it was deflected into empty space.

An Huiling didn't withdraw her longsword, but instead used the momentum of a hidden flower under a leaf to kick out...

"Good response, not bad!" came another compliment, but at the same time, a tap landed on his knee, and he missed the target.

The sword was slashed horizontally, but it didn't strike properly. The sword was only slightly bounced off the blade, and then, under the influence of a circular force, it slipped from the hand...

At the same time, her expression changed drastically, and she retreated rapidly!

Using the dense trees around her, An Huiling constantly changed her posture, but she was still unable to break free from the control of her opponent's sword aura. The immense pressure forced her to devote all her energy to dealing with it.

In the blink of an eye, two figures darted back and forth through the forest, from the ground to the treetops...

The senior brother was quite strict in his teaching and would not go easy on anyone. This was something An Huiling was already used to. Just like now, the pressure she was facing was gradually increasing. The recoil from the longsword almost made her mistake it for a real sword, not a branch, as she was blocking it...

The cunning swordplay was like that of a seasoned hunter, always targeting her weaknesses and quickly shattering her carefully constructed offensive, forcing her to constantly squeeze out every last bit of her potential...

The intense and urgent exchange of blows had made her breathing rapid. Her mind was somewhat oxygen-deprived from the continuous high-intensity combat, and the strength deep within her body was being constantly squeezed out. Sweat streamed down her cheeks, and she didn't even dare to wipe it away...

An Huiling had lost track of how long this sparring session had lasted; it felt like an eternity... Her swordplay had become somewhat scattered, and the space between her thumb and forefinger had become numb from the recoil from the continuous clashes of the longswords...

She tried to slow down so that she could regroup her swordsmanship. She pushed off with her feet and leaped onto a large tree. However, the attacks followed her relentlessly, giving her no chance to catch her breath. The two figures moved swiftly along the treetops, constantly clashing and exchanging blows.

A lake breeze blew by, and in the rush, a drop of sweat fell, slightly blown off course by the wind, and landed right in An Huiling's right eye. The stress response made her close her eye for a moment...

However, it was precisely these slight openings that caused her longsword to be caught in the tangles. An Huiling was startled and tried to pull her sword back, but it was too late; her vitals were wide open...

In an instant, An Huiling saw a long sword rush through the middle door and into her face. This simple thrust was already in front of her in the blink of an eye!

A strong sense of crisis suddenly arose, a powerful premonition that his head was about to be pierced...

A light "snap" came from his forehead. He wasn't pierced, nor was there a sword; it was just a branch gently tapping him...

Despite her fluctuating emotions, An Huiling's body didn't stop moving. She instinctively stepped back, but lost her footing and plummeted towards the tree. A feeling of weightlessness washed over her, and the world spun around her. The next moment, her waist tightened, the weightlessness vanished, and she spun once in the air before coming to a stop.

Only then did An Huiling realize that it was her senior brother who had caught her in his arms to prevent her from falling to the ground...

With each breath she took, she was enveloped in her senior brother's scent, and she could even hear the powerful pounding of his heart. An Huiling felt as if all her strength had been drained away, leaving her feeling weak and dizzy, as if she were drunk. Her heart, already pounding violently from the intense fighting, seemed to beat even more rapidly, and her breathing became slightly rapid.

An Huiling looked up at her senior brother's face, just as Zhang Jing also looked over. Their eyes met, and An Huiling felt as if those bright, star-like eyes carried a scorching electric current that could pierce through her soul...

My mind went blank, and all the strength in my body seemed to have been drained away in that instant. I instinctively closed my eyes…