Another World, the Will Is Immortal

For fifteen consecutive years, Chen Yu would dream about a magic sword with black inscriptions on the blade every day. The ground under the magic sword was full of cracks, and the cracks were filled with magma. The elegant thunder clouds above flashed with black and red lightning. The most puzzling thing was that the golden sky was raining ice picks like swords, and countless wind blades flying around like blades. Every moment seemed to be baptized by blazing heat, lightning, ice picks, and wind blades! Again and again, again and again! It seems like waiting for recognition in the process of training, like a cry in unwillingness, like the last glimmer of dawn in the darkness, when all the torture dissipates... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.