In the image, there is a gray-clad elder, treading the void, holding a long sword, eyes sharp, staring intently at him.
Fang Zhixing was momentarily stunned, looking down, he realized he was holding that long sword, with immortal power surging within, poised for attack.
He quickly responded.
The gray-clad elder wasn't looking at him but at the original owner of this sword.
"This illusion should be a memory fragment of when the sword's owner was killed..."
Indeed!
The next moment, the gray-clad elder suddenly held the sword and attacked.
"Heavenly Rain Sword Skill!"
Sword shadows descended like a storm from the sky, unleashing upon Fang Zhixing.
In Fang Zhixing's heart surged endless unwillingness and despair, being pierced by raindrop-like sword shadows, dying tragically on the spot.
The next instant!
Fang Zhixing awoke from the illusion, involuntarily exhaling a turbid breath.
"Residual thought, huh?"
