Zhao Changhe sat cross-legged in what used to be the bridal chamber, contemplating the introductory cultivation technique sent by Ying Wu.

Regarding Ying Wu's invitation to fight in the Secret Realm, it was purely for combat, and there was no need to study space beforehand. However, Ying Wu still insisted that he learn it first, not for this battle but clearly to aid him later in dealing with Jiuyou.

Because the space around Jiuyou must be chaotic; without learning the ways of space, forget about finding people within a month, even a hundred years won't suffice.

But the place Ying Wu wanted to fight had nothing to do with Jiuyou; they were two different matters. Why teach him this first instead of helping him finish his battle and then teaching him?

It could only be because Ying Wu was not certain he would make it out alive, worried he might perish inside, thus settling everything in advance.

If this is the case, it shows that Ying Wu is very aware of what he will face in this battle and seems prepared to die.

Is it really necessary... With my current top position on the Heavenly List, plus the deeply hidden power of Ying Wu himself, who could our opponent be to prepare for death? If it's so tough, why not wait to cultivate to a higher level before going? What's the rush? Also, if it's so tough, why not call for more reinforcements? When my wives arrive, we can attack whatever with no fear.

Is it the same as with me, having a reason to go now, and maybe someone has agreed to go alone with him, or he can only bring one helper or something like that?

Ying Wu must have his own story...

No matter what story he has, since he is so righteous, I'll risk my life too, to ensure he doesn't follow in the footsteps of Yuxu Li Shentong.

Zhao Changhe contemplated for a moment, his mind entering the Galaxy Sword again.

Inside, two little girls were fighting. Zhao Changhe, used to the sight, stepped forward, separating them with a hand each: "It's okay to spar during rest, but now that we're facing a fierce battle, conserve your energy."

Dragon Sparrow, arms crossed, sat floating angrily: "Our fighting doesn't affect energy. You're just here to keep Star River company, ignoring me. Bias! Stinky jerk."

Zhao Changhe: "?"

Where did you learn the word 'jerk'?

No, can our relationship be described with that word? Zhao Changhe chuckled: "I really have important tasks with Star River, so why are you jealous? How about daddy plays with you after the battle?"

Dragon Sparrow said: "You have battles every day, barely any time in between, which you use to accompany your wives. There's no chance of a turn coming to us, so many of them to accompany, it's like a tour schedule."

Zhao Changhe felt a bit helpless: "There will be a time when it's all over... Wait no, aren't you usually the most excited about fighting? You used to jump out and chop people even when nothing was happening, and I couldn't stop you. Has killing Tie Muer made you slack off?"

Dragon Sparrow paused: "Oh, right. Who to chop?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

The Sword Spirit's and the master's hearts are connected; indeed, it's greatly influenced by the master. When I was battle-ready, the Sword Spirit was, too. Now that I'm a bit weary and just want to spend time with family, the Sword Spirit seems less battle-hungry, starting to envy companionship.

Of course, it's also possible that frequent visits to Star River and not to Dragon Sparrow finally made the weapon feel the neglect. With nothing to compare, a knife could lie in the shrine for decades with no complaints, but with comparison comes grievances.

Zhao Changhe rubbed her head: "This time we're drinking the blood of the Ancient Demon God, Tie Muer is nothing. My Dragon Sparrow's journey in battles is far from over; one day, even the sky can be cleaved open."

Dragon Sparrow tilted her head, looking at him for a while: "You now... seem old."

Zhao Changhe: "Didn't I say something inspiring? How did it end up as old?"

"You used to argue with me, like a child, but now you speak so gently that one feels you're like a bug, annoyingly sincere."

"If you can't make a metaphor, don't." Zhao Changhe tossed her back into his knife: "I've never seen anyone dislike gentleness, looking for a scolding themselves. Does it feel better now?"

The Dragon Sparrow Saber began to shake: "Stinky jerk!"

Zhao Changhe, unable to deal with the troublesome knife, turned to look at his left hand, where Star River was silently hanging with ink-black eyes, not struggling or speaking.

See how obedient she is.

Zhao Changhe set her down, rubbing her cheek with both hands: "Why aren't you talking? Last time you were quite verbose?"

"Because it's daddy asking questions, so I spoke more; who wants to be noisy like the broken knife." Star River directly said: "Daddy seems to have perceived space."

"Yes, I've got some introductory cultivation techniques to see if I can further explore usage through the meanings within the sword."

"I am a sword; my abilities do not include spatial interaction application like Ying Wu's. I'm meant for killing."

"That's exactly what I need, for killing."

Star River's small hand grabbed Zhao Changhe's one that was rubbing her face, mumbling: "I'm a sword, not dough."

Zhao Changhe was just about to reply when the Star River before him "disappeared," leaving only the vast night sky, boundless and heavy.

These descriptive words all speak of space.

Hmm... thinking of dough kneading as a spatial transformation seems somehow acceptable...

Zhao Changhe closed his eyes, melding his mind with the night sky, with sense by sense emerging within.

...

Upon emerging, the first thing he saw was Ying Wu standing at the edge of this space, walking on the lake, with hands behind his back, looking at the gray barrier outside, contemplating something unknown.

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