Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 939 - 934: Primordial Stone II

Chapter 939: Chapter 934: Primordial Stone II

"It’s really... such a despairing gap..."

Yang Songyu smiled bitterly, unable to speak. Although she wasn’t in mortal danger, she was beaten half to death, not even able to get close to the opponent’s front.

This made her finally understand just how vast the gap between Original energy users truly is.

The mentors she had seen in the academy before truly must have been holding back untold amounts of power.

"Are you okay?" The white-haired man, White Tiger, somehow appeared beside her, asking.

"Still alright, just can’t move." Yang Songyu smiled bitterly. "It was reckless this time, not sure if we can get out alive."

"I have a way. If you’re willing, there might be a sliver of hope," White Tiger said seriously.

"Even Captain Wei couldn’t do anything, what can you do?" Yang Songyu didn’t believe it.

"I’m actually a Third Level Original energy user. If not for entering here too suddenly, I didn’t have time to bring my Breeding Armor!" White Tiger quickly explained.

"You mean... you need my Breeding Armor?"

Yang Songyu immediately understood.

Without Breeding Armor, regardless of how strong the computation compatibility rate of an Original energy user is, it’s meaningless.

If an Original energy user is a computer, then the Breeding Armor is the hardware. And the compatibility rate computation is the software.

An Original energy user without Breeding Armor is like a computer without hardware, unable to perform even basic operations.

No matter how high the level of the Original energy user, without Breeding Armor, they’re merely people with slightly stronger spiritual power than ordinary people, nothing more.

"I’d be willing, but... it’s too late now..."

Yang Songyu suddenly showed a trace of helplessness.

White Tiger was stunned, turning around.

At this moment, Flute was slamming Wei Bing, who was charging towards him, with a punch again, hands spread wide, a large twisted gravitational force field about to be released, intending to indiscriminately kill everyone present.

"Eh? This aura??"

He suddenly halted his action.

"It’s the Primordial Stone!"

Without any hesitation, he turned sharply and rushed towards the depths of darkness, quickly leaving Wei Bing and the others behind, disappearing into the inexplicable dark space surrounding them.

’Basic space data modeling, weakness scan calculations, simulation in progress...’

Flute’s disheveled hair flew wildly as he ran, his expression serious, eyes slightly closed, rapidly calculating possible defects and vulnerabilities in the surroundings.

After running for an unknown time in the darkness, he suddenly stopped abruptly.

"Found it!"

A crack in the cave wall with a faint white light appeared beside him.

"This isn’t a spatial crack at all. I need to find Torva’s memory weakness.

It seems to have been opened prematurely???"

He showed a trace of doubt on his face. The real space seemed to open too easily.

"Then, next should be....."

What appeared around him was a dark space with spiral stairs both above and below.

It was as if he was inside a tall Spiral Tower.

Upwards was a central pitch-black spiral.

Downwards was a central faint white spiral.

"The exit is below!"

Flute instantly determined the direction and swiftly descended.

Not long after, a dark green large stone appeared between the stairways.

It was placed directly on the flat ground at the turn.

La la la la~~~

The half-transparent Void Shadow of Torva, dressed in a dress and white socks, sat on the stone, swaying her legs, humming an unknown tune.

But as soon as Flute glanced over, she slowly disappeared.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Flute snorted coldly, his Breeding Armor quickly calculated, but it was merely residual Strange Force of spiritual energy.

He strode over and reached out to touch the green stone.

"It really is the Primordial Stone! Such a large fragment. Didn’t expect it to have already gathered so much?"

He hesitated for a moment but still couldn’t find the millennium fragment. The Primordial Stone is a special crystal formed by gathering ambient energy around the millennium fragment.

Even though it wasn’t found, this trip wasn’t entirely without gain.

"It seems the fragment should still be with Torva, but the source of her power is likely the legendary Fear Primordial, which is an Exotic Cult with highly powerful spiritual pollution. Staying in her spiritual memory for long periods might mean I can’t retreat unharmed.

Must leave quickly."

Flute quickly planned and proceeded, reaching out his right hand to gently press against the green stone.

Then the stone seemingly like a metal attracted by a magnet, clung to Flute’s right hand without letting go, hovering in the air as they moved rapidly.

In the darkness, Flute quickly traversed layers of spiral stairs like a tower, always descending.

Below the spiral stairs was a touch of increasingly close pure white light.

This was evidently the direction leading to the external reality.

"Never thought I’d really encounter the Primordial Stone this time," he mused with a hint of luck.

If such an item as the Primordial Stone were placed in ancient times, it would be a black weapon capable of destroying everything. Even for an empire as powerful as the Star River Empire, its existence couldn’t be ignored.

A millennium fragment requires over ten years of continuous absorption to gather into a single piece.

But now... he has such a large chunk in his hands, presenting at least something to the organization.

Lightly landing at the tower’s bottom.

Flute walked briskly towards the exit passage, carrying the Primordial Stone.

Eh?

Suddenly he halted, looking up ahead.

Following the passage outward, one could see a young man in a black cloak standing in the world bathed in white light.

The man had his back to him, as if he had been waiting there all along.

"Who are you?" Recorder’s expression was sullen.

"Who I am is not important. What matters is that you and I meet here; everything is destined."

The voice of the man in the black cloak was very young.

"Is this more of that heretical cult stuff? Sorry, I’m not easily swayed. Step aside, you have no idea what kind of being you’re trying to stop."

Recorder held the primordial stone in one hand and gently raised the other, a ring on his finger gradually glinting with a sliver of silver.

He walked calmly towards the exit, also moving toward the black cloaked figure.

The man in the black cloak slowly turned around.

"You shouldn’t die here. As the price for meeting my gaze, I will only take your sight."

An eerie and terrifying scene unfolded.

The man in the black cloak had six small dark golden eyes on each side of his chin.

A total of twelve small eyes were distributed across his face, reflecting his blood-colored star river-like eyes.

Recorder’s eyes widened, and before he could speak, it was already too late.

He felt a sharp pain in his eyes and quickly reached up to cover them, but it was already too late.

Ah!!

He let out a piercing scream. His vision went completely black, truly seeing nothing.

He staggered back several steps, then turned to run away.

The man in the black cloak raised his hand.

Throughout the dark tower passage, countless tendrils of dark mist suddenly surged from the surrounding darkness, frantically entangling Recorder.

In panic, Recorder decisively hurled the primordial stone outward with force.

A flash of silver light blinked between his fingers, and an invisible transparent distortion suddenly enveloped him, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

He actually made a quick escape!

The primordial stone was caught by numerous tendrils of dark mist, gently brought before the man.

The man lifted the cloak, his appearance rapidly changing back to the familiar face of Lin Xin in this life.

"Primordial stone...."

He gazed at the deep blue stone floating in front of him, lost in thought.

"To obtain this, I slightly released a bit of my own cultivation, yet I was still affected by the sword technique."

Indeed, since emerging from the black universe, Lin Xin had thought he could finally break free from the shackles of the Supreme Jiuyue Divine Wind Sword.

But unfortunately, he was disappointed.

The terror and wickedness of the Divine Wind Sword technique quickly manifested again once he regained a portion of his cultivation.

Earlier, he devoured Torva’s mother in one gulp, also under the significant influence of the sword technique.

"It seems I cannot use my cultivation for now and must solely utilize attribute strength."

Lin Xin sighed lightly.

He couldn’t use his cultivation because the Divine Wind Sword technique had already become one with all his cultivation true essence.

When the Divine Wind Sword technique breaks through, so does the cultivation.

Similarly, if the Divine Wind Sword technique encounters a problem, the affected cultivation true essence cannot be mobilized normally.

Otherwise, he might once again fall into the twisted madness of the black universe.

"Fortunately, relying on attribute ability alone is sufficient. After all, my main strength lies in the attributes, and I need to quickly find the key to breaking the sword technique’s distortion."

Lin Xin grabbed the primordial stone, faintly sensing the thick, eerie energy stored inside.

"Earlier, that boy also had a trace of an intriguing similar aura... it’s on this primordial stone as well. It seems this world is quite interesting...."

This was also why he chose not to kill Recorder.

Grasping the primordial stone, Lin Xin turned and suddenly vanished into the darkness.

Boom!!

The towering spiral tower leading to the endless horizon behind him collapsed with a roar.

In several breaths, it was reduced to ruins, leaving not even a thicker fragment.

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Several weeks later.....

Masha Cafe.

"What’s happened to you? How did you get hurt? Is being an attribute power user so dangerous? You’ve only been on the job for a few weeks, and you’re already injured like this?"

Lin Xin sat across from Yang Songyu, asking with a worried expression.

"Ah, don’t worry about work-related stuff. Just run your bookstore well, why the chatter!"

Yang Songyu sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, a hint of impatience on her face.

The bandages were visibly white against her face, neck, and the edges peeking out from her clothes, and though they weren’t soaked with blood, they were unsettling.

"Don’t worry about me; this is my own choice, and I won’t die from it." Yang Songyu changed the subject with a question of her own.

"By the way, I’ve already divided up the shares. My portion will automatically be legally transferred to you once my father gives it to me."

"You know I’m not interested in these things," Lin Xin shook his head with a bitter smile. "I just want a peaceful life, running a small bookstore, having endless books to read. Some fishing, a bit of exercise, basking in the sun—that’s a comfortable life."

"You’re easily satisfied. Anyway, the shares are divided, and the legal documents will automatically take effect. I’m not responsible for the rest."

Yang Songyu took a big gulp of coffee. Clearly a collegiate-style long-haired beauty, yet her actions were unpredictable.

Guzzling coffee down in huge swigs.

"Honestly, if it weren’t for luck, I might really not have made it out this time."

Once her mood settled, Yang Songyu couldn’t help but start to complain.