[Looking at his desperate attack—that disregarded his own life, you understood that by no means was he going to leave you alive today.]
[Suddenly, just when you were at the brink of death, the Spirit of the Trial Tower—about whom you had almost forgotten—appeared out of your body and confronted his sword, beginning to fight him on your stead.]
[During these years, when he was the Spirit of the Trial Tower, he had mastered the techniques of all the people whose avatars resided within the ranks of the Top 100. And so, he was able to fight him on equal terms.]
[Like this, another earth-shaking battle started—which affected countless worlds within your surroundings. At the moment, no one knew how long this battle would last—except one and only, him.]
[Soon, an unknown amount of time passed.]
[During this period, while the battle was happening, you found that the injuries caused by that sword became worse and worse—with no cure in sight. You knew that if this battle lasted any longer—even if the spirit won—you would die soon. But you couldn't do anything because the spirit was currently fighting at full strength and was only slowly gaining the upper hand.]
[Suddenly, just when the Spirit of the Trial Tower was about to put an end to this fight, an angry laugh that shook the void resounded within your surroundings—it was none other than Meng Zhen's laugh—"HAHAHAHAHAHAH! You… you successfully broke my streak of the Supreme Foundation of every realm. Now that you've done so, you should be ready to face some punishments, right?"]
[Just as he said this, the tribulation to become an immortal began to gather in this void space—which could fall at any time and completely submerge the surroundings with thunder.]
[Soon, that thunder fell upon him, but instead of targeting him, it began to be devoured by the sword in his hand.]
[With the thunder of tribulation being devoured, cracks visible to the naked eye began to appear on Meng Zhen's body—it felt as if his body could fall apart at any time. But it didn't happen. Instead, he pointed the tip of his sword at the Spirit of the Trial Tower, and with it, a lightning bolt was shot out from the sword—which was slightly different from the thunder of tribulation and contained the aura of Desolation.]
[Soon, it hit the spirit, and just as it did, his spirit body—that took millions of years to form—was destroyed.]
[At that moment, although he had destroyed the spirit's body and could kill you with his own hands, he didn't do so. Instead, he again began to gather the thunder in his sword, and later—when he reached his limits—he pointed that sword at you and shot that lightning in your direction.]
[Looking at the light emitted by the lightning—which could blind anyone—coming toward you with every passing second, you didn't close your eyes at all and kept staring at it—as if you were ready to face death. Soon, all your surroundings were filled with blinding light, and all you could see was your surroundings filled with bright white light—you became temporarily blind.]
[At this moment, you didn't even know when that lightning would strike you. About this, you couldn't do anything—except wait for death.]
[A long time passed by.]
[During this period, you didn't feel the pain of your body being torn apart—as you expected. Which made you wonder, "Is it possible that I have entered an unknown space that every simulated self enters after the simulation ends, which everyone is unaware of?"]
[Soon, your vision cleared, and all the bright white light disappeared from your surroundings, and you found that it wasn't the case and that you weren't dead at all. At the moment, your surroundings felt no different from earlier except for the lifeless body of Meng Zhen—Meng Zhen was dead!]
["Finally, your vision returned." Just as your vision returned, you heard a voice. Following it, you saw a figure sitting on the corpse of Meng Zhen, a stone in his left hand—which he was constantly playing with—and a cupcake in the other—which he was eating at a slow rhythm.]
[He was none other than the young master of the Shen Family, Shen Mo.]
[Suddenly, he stopped eating the cupcake in his hand and turned his head in an unknown direction—as if he had noticed something—and spoke, "Hmm… you all are quite bold to spy on me, huh?"]
[Just as he finished speaking, countless corpses—one after another—began to fall onto the ground in front of you.]
[They were all the corpses of people who had been attracted by the space fluctuations within your surroundings that were caused by your fight.]
[Soon, within a moment, Shen Mo arrived in front of you—whose body was paralyzed and couldn't move any part except the one above the neck—with a sword in hand—that was Meng Zhen's—and proposed to trade it with you in exchange for one million recipes—whether you had taught them to others or not, it didn't matter.]
[Listening to his deal, you were troubled about why he was being so nice to you. Even when he could directly search your soul and take away every recipe you had in your mind. After all, you weren't naive enough to think he would have never thought of it.]
[While you were thinking about this, suddenly, a thought popped up in your mind, "By any chance, is it possible that he is the mysterious figure or something?"]
[Just when you were deep in thought, a voice pulled you out and said, "Wait a second… how can you write recipes in your current situation? What about, in addition to this sword, I help you recover for the same amount of recipes?"]
[When you heard his proposal, you didn't accept it immediately. Instead, you asked for his help in healing the other people of the Holy-Sword Sect—on which he agreed.]
[Soon, all the people of the Holy-Sword Sect were healed to their peak state—but unfortunately, many of the people of the Holy-Sword Sect were affected by this fight and had already died. But the thing to wonder is, none of you—who were fighting against him—died.]
[From his fight against the Spirit of the Trial Tower, you obviously understood that if he wanted, he could kill all of you within a single strike. But he didn't do so. Why?]
[What you didn't know was that while he was trapped in the No Man's Land for the following thousands of years, he suffered countless pain and torture, which he blamed on the Holy-Sword Sect and vowed to torture them to death. And so, he was giving you all a slow but painful death.]
[On that day, after trading that sword with Shen Mo in exchange for one million recipes, you began your journey of return to the Xuantian Realm.]
[From him, you also got to know the name of the sword. It's called the Sword of Desolate Heaven.]