My Arms Can Turn into Blades

So he intentionally didn’t let Chen Lusi get close to the giant sword, even though he didn’t know what the giant sword was, even though Xia Yue’s promise was heavy, and even though Chen Lusi’s past achievements were enough to prove he was a completely trustworthy advanced combat power.

But it’s better to have one less problem.

If they really went to take a look and then there was an accident, for example, Chen Lusi approaching the giant sword, directly causing an anomaly in the Yellow Springs, and then everyone fell into the real Yellow Springs... that would be too terrible.

Now it’s good that Chen Lusi doesn’t intend to get close to the giant sword.

On the other side.

Actually, Chen Lusi and Zhuoli had similar thoughts, also afraid of an accident.

He couldn’t let others risk themselves for his own curiosity.

Moreover.

He had lived for over twenty years, and the thing he lacked the least was restraint.

That little bit of curiosity was quickly suppressed by him.

"..."

Chen Lusi finally looked back at the giant sword spanning the city’s center.

...Perhaps, wait for the next time he has the chance, when he’s alone, he’ll come and take a look.

As Chen Lusi thought about this, he withdrew his gaze and walked forward.

A small interlude passed just like that.

No one else looked at that giant sword again, so no one noticed, that right when Chen Lusi and the others turned around, taking their eyes off the giant sword.

Golden lights began to seep out from the giant sword, then floated in the air in a spherical shape, gradually forming into different human figures, looking at Chen Lusi.

And even Chen Lusi did not notice their gaze.

Soon after.

After watching for a while.

The few figures standing in front exchanged glances, then flew forward, directly turning into streaks of golden light, darting towards Chen Lusi, and entered the Tai’e Sword he was holding in his right hand.

And the other figures composed of golden light followed closely behind.

...Strands of golden light began to gather.

And the more they gathered, the more they grew... Until the end, the amassed golden light covered the sky, like a cloak draped over Chen Lusi, rising and falling as he moved.

And as the "cloak" touched the buildings it passed by, they began to collapse.

The city... began to collapse.

"Mr. Zhuo! Look behind! Is this normal?"

Soon.

Zhou Jian noticed the anomaly behind, suddenly widened his eyes, and shouted.

Zhuoli and the others turned their heads, and their expressions all changed slightly.

They didn’t see the cloak formed by the golden light, covering the sky.

They only saw... the road behind them, the high-rises, all the buildings, were dismantling.

The whole process was silent.

But it was truly happening, the city behind them was turning into dust, becoming nothingness.

"This is not good!"

Zhuoli was stunned for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, and immediately shouted: "The Shallow Yellow Springs is reconstructing! Quick, move forward! Reconstruction might not be completed in a short time! And if it’s reconstructed into an ancient city, it’ll be troublesome! It’ll be hard to find a coordinate point! Quick! We need to cross the boundary, enter the Goryeo Branch!"

With that said.

He was the first to rush forward.

The others were stunned, instinctively looking towards Chen Lusi.

"Follow them."

Chen Lusi glanced back at the dismantling city and then grabbed Lin Ying’s hand, catching up with Zhuoli.

The others immediately followed.

But as they ran, the dismantling speed of the city behind them increased.

Those bizarre, hybrid high-rises were silently collapsing.

Chen Lusi caught up with Zhuoli and asked, "Does the Shallow Yellow Springs often reconstruct?"

"Not often."

Zhuoli glanced back, replying somewhat urgently: "But we’ve encountered it before... I just said, this is the first stop for souls entering the Yellow Springs, and although we’ve entered the modern era for some time now, the marks our ancestors left here are indelible.

Even though the souls of our more recent deceased, due to their relatively recent time, have been dominating the Shallow Yellow Springs’ scene for the past decade or so.

But this doesn’t mean that if we go back a few thousand years, the marks our ancestors left just disappear, everything they witnessed still exists and can change and influence the scene of the Shallow Yellow Springs, this is a completely normal situation, like version rollback.

This is reconstruction."

Chen Lusi roughly understood and asked, "Then what happens if we can’t escape in time? Do we disappear with the city’s collapse?"

"No."

Zhuoli shook his head: "’Forget Sorrow’ will have us recognized as creations of the Yellow Springs, the dismantling reconstruction of the Shallow Yellow Springs won’t affect us, but if we can’t escape in time, we might get lost."

"Lost?"

"Meaning we can’t find the way! Can’t figure out where we are!"

Zhuoli said with a full face of helplessness: "Our ancestors... they created incomparably strange scenes in the Shallow Yellow Springs! And the scale... is very exaggerated, more exaggerated than a city! Much more exaggerated! We modern people can’t find the way out when amidst it.

Only by waiting for the next reconstruction can we think of a way out."

Chen Lusi: "..."

"It’s almost reached behind us."

At this time.

Shanli suddenly sped up, coming to Chen Lusi’s side, giving a reminder.

Chen Lusi turned back abruptly.

As expected.

The path they had just run across had begun to dismantle.

On the other side, without knowing why.

Shanli looked at Chen Lusi’s side face, froze for a moment, and kept feeling that he seemed a bit strange... but couldn’t tell exactly what was strange.

If one had to choose a descriptive word.

Perhaps... more imposing?