In Zhou Wangchen's room, the statues were still there, but most were broken and decayed.
On them were mottled Sword Dao traces, each profound and vast, so similar to the statues on the ancient warship.
However, the swordsmanship engraved was right-handed in one, and left-handed in the other.
Zhou Wangchen didn't lie; he was indeed very skilled in left-handed swordsmanship.
The engraving marks on the ancient warship and the engraving marks here can be clearly combined to form a unique Dao trace.
Sword Dao, the highest good is like water, the supreme forgets emotions.
Life, Sword Dao.
Affectionate, Emotionless.
The path, what is it, after all?
In the real and the virtual, in the copied world and the real world, Zhou Yan can't help but struggle to find a way forward.
Having cultivated his entire life, yet still walking this decision, still facing such a choice.
In fact, it seems as though there are two paths, yet there is essentially no path to take.
