NOVEL WEB Chapter 437: This Isn't What I Want
When the golden torrent disappeared, the dim space was filled with countless shimmering golden light spots, like a sea of stars in the dark night.
The twenty bald bishops had completely vanished, not resurrecting again, and the cold aura and faint whispers had disappeared as well.
Fang Zhou noticed that above his head was the ceiling of this building, and after the bald bishops were taken out, he had finally escaped from that inescapable space.
Falling from the sky, Fang Zhou discovered that he had blasted a huge deep pit into the ground, pitch black inside, with no bottom in sight.
The Night Mouse also crawled out from the base of the giant pillar, silently staring at the crater on the ground.
Fang Zhou approached, waving a hand in front of Night Mouse: "Wake up, are you scared stiff?"
Night Mouse snapped out of it, revealing a stiff smile: "Pretty much, your move really shocked me."
Initially, the strength Fang Zhou displayed didn't impress Night Mouse much, as in this Lorric City, there were plenty of monsters stronger than him.
But after witnessing Fang Zhou's "Sword Slash," Night Mouse had to admit he was amazed.
With such a powerful trump card, even if Fang Zhou couldn't become king in Lorric City, walking sideways was not a problem.
The only issue was whether his remaining True Qi could sustain it.
One shouldn't be too arrogant; Fang Zhou's expression was carefree: "Just basic maneuvers, no need to be surprised."
Night Mouse: ...
Well, your basic maneuver is really something.
Fang Zhou asked again: "What exactly were you afraid of earlier?"
Night Mouse shook his head with a bitter look: "I don't even know what I was scared of. Seeing that group of You Sui Bishops, I felt an uncontrollable fear and couldn't calm down."
Fang Zhou reached out and patted Night Mouse's shoulder to show encouragement.
If it's true, then before losing his memory, this kid must have been beaten up severely by this group of bald guys, leaving an indelible deep memory, possibly being beaten into amnesia.
The only question is how he escaped from the clutches of these baldies.
Feeling Fang Zhou's concern, Night Mouse forced a smile.
They walked around the giant pillar and finally saw the altar Night Mouse mentioned.
The altar wasn't very large, with two circular staircases on either side leading to a square stone platform in the center.
On the stone platform rested many white candles that had solidified before being fully burned, and behind it was a statue of a robed woman holding a Black Broken Sword in both hands.
This Black Broken Sword was Fang Zhou's target upon coming to this world; Chang Kong gave him a whole month, and unexpectedly, he found it on the second day.
Upon seeing the Broken Sword, Fang Zhou's joyful expression immediately froze.
It's indeed black, and it's broken, but why on earth is it the front half?
Yes, the statue held the front half of a Black Broken Sword including the sword tip, but it was cleanly the front half, not the back half.
Fang Zhou instantly felt as if he'd swallowed a fly, disgusted to the core: "This isn't what I wanted."
"What, not what you wanted?"
Night Mouse looked at Fang Zhou in surprise: "Didn't you say you were looking for a half Black Broken Sword? This is it!"
Fang Zhou was at a loss for words. This indeed was a half Black Broken Sword, but he was looking for the back half!
Wait, Chang Kong only said it was a half Broken Sword that once killed the King of Black Souls, but didn't specify whether it was the front half or back half.
Maybe this half sword is what she wanted.
With self-deception in mind, Fang Zhou flew directly to the altar and took the broken sword from the statue's hands.
Upon grasping the broken sword, Fang Zhou's mind buzzed, and everything around him instantly turned pitch black, with nothing visible.
Fang Zhou's Divine Soul was solidified, capable of resisting most spiritual attacks, so under such strange circumstances, he managed to remain conscious.
A beam of light suddenly shone from the front, and Fang Zhou instinctively raised his hand to shield himself.
Someone stepped out from the light, standing before Fang Zhou, gazing at him with piercing eyes.
The figure was backlit, making it impossible for Fang Zhou to discern her appearance, only that it was a woman.
"Who are you?"
Fang Zhou couldn't help but ask.
"Come find me!"
The other suddenly spoke, her voice layering over itself, one sentence after another drilling into Fang Zhou's mind.
"Come find me, come find me, come find me…"
Fang Zhou couldn't even distinguish the voice's nuances; his whole head was filled with "come find me".
Meanwhile, there was only one thought in his mind: We've just met for the first time, and you're so eager for me to find you, that's a bit much, isn't it, lovely lady!
"Wake up... are you okay... wake up…"
In a daze, Fang Zhou noticed the surrounding blackness retreating like a tide, with Night Mouse standing in front, watching him with concerned eyes.
"I'm fine!"
Fang Zhou shook his head and replied.
Night Mouse breathed a sigh of relief: "After you took the broken sword, you started zoning out; I thought something happened to you."
Fang Zhou's gaze fell on the Black Broken Sword in his hand.
The earlier experience wasn't an illusion, likely a spell set on the broken sword, triggered upon contact.
Uncertain whether it was for everyone or left specifically for him.
Because that "come find me" was spoken in the Cultivation World's language, probably not intended for people of this world.
While holding the broken sword, Fang Zhou suddenly felt it subtly pulling him in a specific direction.
Unable to identify direction here, Fang Zhou asked Night Mouse: "From this direction... where does it lead?"
Night Mouse identified the way and said, "That leads to Fran Fortress!"
Fang Zhou had heard from Night Mouse about three cities on Black Soul Mountain: Lorric City at the base, Fran Fortress half-way up, and Ancient Dragon's Peak at the summit.
The Black Broken Sword pointed towards Fran Fortress—could it be directing him there?
Fang Zhou pondered then tossed the broken sword to Night Mouse, asking, "Hold it and see if you feel anything unusual?"
Night Mouse caught it and felt it with both hands.
"It's cold!"
"And then?"
"It's smooth!"
"Are you messing around?"
Seems like there's no abnormal reaction; Fang Zhou reached out and took back the broken sword.
Night Mouse: (￣□￣)
He felt that Fang Zhou seemed a bit neurotic after obtaining the broken sword.
"Are you okay?"
Night Mouse cautiously asked: "Is this what you're after?"
Fang Zhou wanted to say yes, but he couldn't lie to himself even if he could deceive others.
Fang Zhou understood clearly the real purpose of his entry into this world, finding the broken sword was just a target set by Chang Kong, his true goal was to seek a breakthrough in Sword Control through this experience.
And Chang Kong had clearly stated that he must endure the pressure and stimulation of near-death situations to rediscover insights in Sword Dao, thereby achieving a breakthrough.