The pungent smell of disinfectant was like an invisible needle, piercing the boundless darkness deep in Lin Yuan's consciousness.
Immediately afterwards, there was the regular sound of "dip... Dip...", Cold and monotonous, as if it was accompaniment to the countdown of a certain life.
He opened his eyes with difficulty. The eyelids weigh as much as a thousand pounds, and every time they are raised, they cause severe pain in the nerve endings. There is no familiar Nine Heavens Thunder Punishment in the field of vision, no world-destroying brilliance of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, only a yellowed ceiling, and an old-fashioned electric fan on the ceiling that rotates slowly and has dust-covered blades.
In an instant, two completely different torrents of memories collided violently in his soul!
On one side, there is the top of the immortal world, Taoist Master Lin Yuan, who can open the sky with one sword and break the stars with one thought. When thousands of realms come to court, the name of the Sword Emperor is powerful throughout the world.
And on the other side...
Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, class 3 (seven), student Lin Yuan. Cowardly, inferior, and at the bottom of his class. Because he glanced at the school beauty Su Wanqing too much, he was blocked in an alley by Zhao Tianze, the leader of the "Four Young Masters of Jiangcheng", and beat him unconscious.
"Boom!"
The memory of betrayal was like a poisoned steel needle, piercing into his mind. That beautiful face that once haunted him, that of Fairy Yunyao, was now filled with cold sarcasm. His most trusted disciple, Xuan Hua, holds the ancient sword "Slaying Immortals", and his divine blood is still flowing on the blade.
"Master, your era has come to an end."
