I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!

He didn't know how to describe the feeling, but he was clear that at this moment both of their hearts were fixated on each other.

After a short while, Ling Yinrong also took an Elixir, recuperating from her physical injuries.

The two supported each other as they left the place.

"If there's a next time, I'll ignore you!"

Ling Yinrong couldn't think of a better threat and said it in a pale tone.

But to Chen Yuan's ears, it was no less than an imperial decree. He smiled, turned his head to her, and said, "Senior Sister, I promise there won't be..."

It was at that moment, a sudden whooshing sound interrupted him.

Dots of fresh blood stained his face—a spear had pierced through Ling Yinrong's chest, blood slowly dripping down from the sharp spear.

Chen Yuan's eyes seemed about to split, "No!!"

The next moment, a tremendous force blew them away, only stopping when they crashed into a tree.

Chen Yuan couldn't care about anything else, he climbed up frantically, crawled to Ling Yinrong's side, and held her, looking helplessly at the spear.

Ling Yinrong's smile froze, blood flowing from her mouth corners, coughs continuous, but her hands were patting Chen Yuan.

"Go... cough, go..."

"Senior Sister, you won't be in trouble, you won't be..."

He said this, but Chen Yuan's heart was filled with a massive amount of grief.

"Quick, hurry and go!"

Ling Yinrong pushed him a few times, her strength becoming weaker and weaker.

Especially when she saw two persons wearing silver-white masks appear in her line of sight, her complexion grew even more ashen.

"Wei people, die!"

"You won't escape!"

The newcomers were unmistakably two Great Shamans of the Southern Barbarian Sect, roaring as they encircled Chen Yuan and Ling Yinrong from front and back, their bell-like eyes staring intently at them.

Chen Yuan didn't even glance at them, his gaze still on Ling Yinrong.

He wasn't afraid of death; he had already been through countless life-and-death crises.

What he feared was Ling Yinrong dying here.

After a short while, Chen Yuan's expression calmed down, holding the barely breathing Ling Yinrong, he gently said:

"Senior Sister, I'll take you away from here."

Ling Yinrong looked at Chen Yuan, reached out to wipe his face, and comforted him with a smile:

"Chen Yuan, Senior Sister hopes you can live on well..."

"We'll survive together!" Chen Yuan insisted with determination.

Ling Yinrong shook her head, looking at him tenderly with a gentle gaze, her eyes smiling, yet with a glimmer of tearful light.

Ultimately, her wish was unfulfilled; she could no longer take Chen Yuan back to Sword Edge Mountain.

During their time together, Ling Yinrong knew that Chen Yuan was always striving to reverse the Heartless Blade's Intent.

At times, she could feel the anguish in Chen Yuan's heart, as if a demon was deeply hidden within it, constantly eroding his soul.

He was trying to transform the Heartless Blade into the Affectionate Blade.

Ling Yinrong saw all this, hoping in her heart that he would succeed.

But now, two Great Shamans from the Southern Barbarian Sect blocked their path.

Ling Yinrong knew she couldn't survive, but Chen Yuan could!

Thinking this, she exerted her last bit of strength, headbutting Chen Yuan's Wan Jun Saber in his hand.

Chen Yuan, don't blame your Senior Sister...

Senior Sister just hopes you can continue to live on well...

The next moment, the cold wind completely stopped, and the whole dense forest became eerily silent.

Chen Yuan stared blankly at Ling Yinrong, allowing the blood to splash on his face.

The blood was hot, yet it made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cavern.

Despair, silence, as if the whole world had quieted down, but a mad laugh echoed.

"Xi, hahaha... Poor, weak person, how does it feel?"

Xiao Chenyuan's expression was sinister yet showed a surprised smile, laughing loudly in a mocking tone as he watched the dazed Chen Yuan.

"Strength, strength, only the Heartless Blade can make you strong!"

"Everything you've been insisting on is wrong!"

Elsewhere, Xiao Chenyi quietly emerged, singing that nursery rhyme as he approached, watching Chen Yuan.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star..."

It was unclear how much time passed, it felt like a moment, yet also like a thousand years.

Within the darkness and void, kneeling Chen Yuan spoke with a bitter laugh:

"Second brother, this tune is truly melancholic."

He gave up.

The prolonged torment meant nothing.

Lu Zhao's betrayal, Zhou Tiance's plotting, he knew them all too well.

But Chen Yuan couldn't bear to witness Ling Yinrong dying before his eyes, and what shattered his soul even more was her death by the Wan Jun Saber.

In the shadows, Xiao Chenyi's singing ceased, as if he wanted to say something, but was devoured by the darkness rising around him, his figure gradually dispersing.

Seeing this, Xiao Chenyuan laughed even more wildly, joyfully, stepping towards Chen Yuan, extending his hand.

"Come, let me teach you the essence of the Heartless Blade!"

Chen Yuan looked at that small hand, and in his mind emerged the image of Ling Yinrong fading away, his final struggle fading from his face.

"You win."

With that said, a large hand clasped over the small one.

Chen Yuan felt as if his heart turned to ashes, giving up resistance, letting the Absolute Saber Intent devour everything within his soul.

...

The transformation of the soul happened in a flash, while the external Chen Yuan still held the corpse of Ling Yinrong, motionless.

And the two Great Shamans of the Southern Barbarian Sect, seeing Chen Yuan as if devoid of life, exchanged a glance.

Kill!

The two Great Shamans made up their minds and showed no mercy.

Blood Seals surfaced on their large bodies, a shadow of an ape and a crane appearing behind them.

Their punches and kicks thundered out!

It was at this moment, a beam of saber light as dazzling as a shooting star streaked across the sky.

—The ashen light radiated a cold chill, as if carrying the world's sorrow, slashing through the expanse of the heavens.

The two Great Shamans, wearing silver-white masks, showed a look of shock, their momentum of rushing forward suddenly halted, now shifting from offense to defense.

Behind them, the huge blood shadows cast over them for protection.

The crane blood shadow flapped its giant wings, shielding one Great Shaman.

While the other Great Shaman had the Ape Demon blood shadow roar skyward, condensing demon energy and Blood Seals into a substance, forming a thick shield.

Yet their defense was still in vain, as the ashen saber light instantly swept across the two, stretching for tens of miles.

At that moment, the ground seemed to split open, rending with a rumble, revealing a bottomless, vast ravine.

Simultaneously, a grey-white trace also appeared in the night sky, resonating with the silver moonlight.

But before long, the grey-white trace slowly dissipated.

In its place was a thick mass of clouds, lightning flickering within, and amidst the thunder, torrential rain began to fall.

Crack, crack.

The silver-white masks on the faces of the two Great Shamans split in half and slid off, revealing the rugged and weatherworn faces of the Southern Barbarians.

"Fine swordsmanship, Wei people."

"The Sword Intent has reached perfection..."

Their voices had not yet faded when their bodies doubled, and they thudded to the ground.

Chen Yuan watched them fall, wiping the saber clean of blood on their bodies.

At this moment, although his True Yuan was exhausted, he felt reborn as it miraculously began to recover.

After sheathing the Wan Jun Saber, Chen Yuan then looked down at Ling Yinrong with a cold expression.

He looked for a long while.

Chen Yuan curled his lip, then he picked up Ling Yinrong without hesitation and threw her into the ravine he had just made.

Chen Yuan's eyes remained fixed on that figure, until she disappeared into the endless darkness.

As if commanded, the torn earth groaned and sealed back together, leaving only a shallow trace.

Once everything settled, the corners of Chen Yuan's mouth finally curled up, and with a wave of his hand, he drew towards him a massive tree, his fingers like blades swiftly carving into it.

Moments later, a gravestone three zhang high was erected.

The bodies of the two Great Shamans of the Southern Barbarian Sect were hung on the gravestone, their bloodstains seeping, and a barely visible inscription appeared.

"Tomb of Ling Yinrong—"

Having done all this, Chen Yuan smiled mirthlessly, shouldering the Wan Jun Saber as he turned to leave.

"In gratitude for permitting me to fully master the Sword Dao, I'll leave you with an intact corpse."

Yet, two trails of blood tears slid down from his eyes.

A sorrow, so dense it couldn't be dispersed, spread throughout the dense forest, causing the demons to howl and shriek.

As if mourning for the passing of someone dearly beloved.

"Senior Sister Ling, a small gift, no thanks necessary..."