Countless images flashed through his mind.
Those were the battles experienced in the lifetime of a young sword-fighter.
Wu Xiaode stood in the corridor and waited for a moment.
All memories had been received.
Icicle-like characters emerged from the Void:
"Now you are Li Chengfeng, the All Worlds Sword Saint."
"When you use his body, you naturally assume his identity, but his strength has disappeared with the departure of his soul; you can only control this body with your own strength."
—What of it?
Wu Xiaode's heart surged with boldness, imitating Li Chengfeng's demeanor by slinging the Butterfly Soul sword over his shoulder, humming a tune as he walked down the stairs.
The noisy singing and dancing downstairs had disappeared.
Dozens of powerful figures stood in three rows, quietly waiting for something.
When Wu Xiaode appeared on the staircase, all the powerful figures simultaneously bowed in salute:
"Council Hierarch, we greet you."
