The Sorrowmender

PAID Chapter 95 – Fallen Sword Immortal

The Sword Immortal Falls

Jiang Yunpan stepped out of the cave and arrived at the edge of the cliff. Her deep eyes gazed into the distance, focusing on the end of the great road ahead.

In her eyes, lights intertwined, playing out a unique melody of parting sorrow.

Watching the white-robed young man's figure fade into the distance, she seemed to see that moment again.

After ten years of deduction, exhausting her lifespan, all she saw was a fleeting moment of the future. Yet, that very moment remained etched in her memory.

A crimson meteor streaked across the sky, illuminating the entire heavens. The cold wind howled, and the white-robed swordsman stood with his sword, angrily pointing at the sky.

Before him lay a sea of blood and mountains of corpses, the gods and Buddhas of all heavens.

And behind him, Jiang Yunpan saw the entire Vast and Righteous World.

The curtain of an era slowly opened behind him, his long sword sweeping across, whispering softly to the vast sky.

"Follow me, and battle the heavens."

The Vast and Righteous World, ten states, eight wildernesses, four seas, humans, demons, and monsters, were never meant to walk the same path, but what she saw was different.

"The entire Vast and Righteous World stands behind you. Your path is the widest and broadest in the world. Yan'er follows you, walking the greatest path of Haoran."

"Unfortunately—I can no longer see it, no longer see it."

She slowly raised her hand, fingers curling, trying to grasp something, but it was always in vain.

A gust of wind came from afar, brushing her white hair and fluttering sword robe, whispering softly.

"If the spring breeze has compassion for flowers, could it grant me to be with the young man?"

Around Jiang Yunpan, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered from all directions, pouring into her body as she dispersed all her essence.

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