"What's that sound?"
Hearing the crisp sounds, Ye Fan was immediately surprised.
Looking closely, he saw a figure approaching from a distance.
A person.
A figure dressed in a black cloak, with half of their face and body covered by their clothing.
However, it seemed this person had only one hand.
Only the left hand.
"Finally, someone's here."
"I wonder if they'll notice me."
As Ye Fan watched, he muttered to himself.
The crisp sounds were caused by this person stepping on the bones scattered across the ground as they walked.
Gurgle, gurgle—
The figure continued walking while drinking from a wine gourd.
"It's said that years ago, a great battle took place here."
"A demon sword, destroyed by both the Demon God Emperor and the God Emperor."
"Is that true?"
The man mumbled to himself as he walked.
"This voice… sounds familiar."
Hearing the man's voice, Ye Fan felt a sense of recognition.
But as the figure drew closer, Ye Fan was suddenly stunned.
"Lin San!?"
"What's this kid doing here!?"
Ye Fan was truly shocked this time.
He never expected Lin San to come to the Martial God Realm, let alone appear in the Demon Domain!
Unless there was someone who looked exactly like Lin San, this person was undoubtedly the Lin San from back then.
Ye Fan had an exceptional memory—he would never forget a face.
"Lin San, hurry up, pick me up!"
Ye Fan shouted desperately.
He had been stuck in this forsaken place for what felt like an eternity.
It had been so dull and boring that he didn't know how he managed to survive these past few years.
But at this moment, Lin San's eyes were scanning the surroundings, seemingly unaware of Ye Fan's presence.
Moreover, even though Ye Fan was shouting, Lin San couldn't hear a thing.
Amidst the piles of weapons on the ground, some had already rusted away.
Ye Fan lay among them, completely unremarkable.
"Damn it, are you just going to walk away?"
Seeing Lin San move past him, Ye Fan was filled with frustration.
After all, in his current state, he was just a broken sword.
Being noticed was practically impossible.
Could it be that he was destined to remain here forever?
As this thought crossed his mind, Ye Fan became even more dejected.
However, just as Lin San was about to take a few more steps forward, he suddenly stopped, as if sensing something.
He quickly turned around and ran back.
He had glimpsed something out of the corner of his eye!
His gaze swept over the area, and soon, he spotted that familiar sword hilt!
"Yao Zhan!"
Lin San grabbed the sword and exclaimed excitedly.
The sword hilt was identical to the one he remembered, though now it was darker and shinier.
But that familiar feeling—it couldn't be wrong!
"I knew it, you couldn't have been completely destroyed!"
Lin San gripped Ye Fan's sword and shouted with joy.
However, this time, when he held the sword, he didn't feel any power increase.
Could it be because the sword had been damaged to such an extent?
"To think you found me," Ye Fan sighed in relief.
He had almost been missed.
[Sword Master: Lin San]
[Good: 50%] [Evil: 50%]
[Broken Sword Reforging]: Progress 0/100
"What's this?"
Seeing the words on his system interface, Ye Fan was momentarily confused.
What did "Broken Sword Reforging Progress" mean?
"Does it mean that once the progress reaches 100, I'll return to my original form?"
"I wonder if my skills will come back too!"
Ye Fan muttered to himself.
At least things seemed to be heading in a positive direction.
He had almost thought the system was completely broken!
With a thought, Ye Fan transmitted the sword's information to Lin San.
However, there wasn't much information to convey—just that the sword had a new name.
"Ye Fan Sword."
Lin San murmured softly as he stared at the sword, standing in place, lost in thought.
"Don't worry, I will definitely have you reforged," Lin San vowed quietly.
"Hmm? Someone's here!"
At that moment, a voice came from the distance.
Looking carefully, several demon gods appeared, emerging from all directions.
This area still had many demon gods wandering around.
It was the border of the Demon Domain, a place with fewer martial gods but more demon gods.
These demon gods were here to search for weapons.
After all, in the great war years ago, countless demon gods and martial gods had fallen.
These powerful beings had wielded high-quality weapons.
And when they died, their weapons were left scattered across the battlefield.
Some of the demon gods were already holding weapons they had found.
They quickly surrounded Lin San.
Although the large-scale war between demon gods and martial gods had ceased over the past few years, small skirmishes between the two races still occasionally erupted.
"Human, you dare come to our Demon Domain's 'Graveyard of Bones' to steal weapons?"
One of the demon gods glared at Lin San and sneered.
Cackle, cackle.
"I thought I found something valuable, but it's just a broken sword."
Another demon god laughed menacingly.
Their eyes were filled with undisguised malice as they stared at Lin San.
"You dare call me a broken sword!"
Hearing the demon gods' insults, Ye Fan seethed with rage.
How the mighty had fallen—once a legendary demon sword, now mocked as a mere broken blade!
But there was nothing he could do about it now. He was utterly powerless.
"Scram," Lin San said coldly, his eyes sweeping over the demon gods.
"You're courting death!"
Hearing Lin San's words, the demon gods' expressions darkened, and in the next instant, they attacked him simultaneously!
They each wielded sharp weapons, striking toward Lin San in unison!
But Lin San effortlessly dodged their attacks!
By now, Lin San's strength had reached that of a six-star martial god!
These demon gods were only around four or five stars.
Swish, swish, swish—
Lin San's figure flickered as he easily evaded the demon gods' strikes.
"You think you can kill us with that broken sword?"
One of the demon gods, frustrated after several failed attacks, roared in anger.
He increased his speed, launching another furious strike at Lin San.
Swish—
But in the blink of an eye, Lin San's figure appeared behind the demon god.
The demon god's eyes widened in shock.
A thin line of blood appeared on its neck!