Jian Chou had the Zhou Eye, but the Zhou Eye could only see past and present. If one compared a person’s location to a point, the Zhou Eye could see a line extending vertically from this point, while the Yu Eye could see a surface spreading horizontally from this point. Only by using both eyes together could one see the causes and effects, all the various changes.

During the past four hundred years, she had not failed to use the Zhou Eye to search for this sword.

But even when Fu Chaosheng was in the snowy domain, relying on the Cosmic Eyes, he couldn’t clearly glimpse some details about Xie Buchen, which was enough to show that he had some tricks hidden on his person.

And today, borrowing this scheme set up by Dream Tianmo, she finally learned the whereabouts of this sword…

Seven Parts Soul.

Jian Chou still remembered those eight characters written on the window of the wrongful death city: Kill Xie Buchen, sever Seven Parts Soul!

Though this sword was a common sword, when Xie Buchen sat before her grave and spoke those four words “good soul, evil spirit,” it was no longer ordinary at all.

She imagined that Xie Buchen’s ascension without bringing this sword was also intentional.

He knew this sword was crucial to him and had been tested by her several times, so he left this sword in the Primordial Realm. Because according to common sense, cultivators who had ascended to the Upper Ruins could never return to the lower realm, especially the Primordial Realm.

Unfortunately, she hadn’t “ascended” to the Upper Ruins.

Jian Chou gazed at the mirror surface before her, where Xie Buchen, after placing away Seven Parts Soul, indeed ascended to the Upper Ruins.

At this moment, she felt somewhat complicated.

She thought of this person’s various methods, his sharp schemes, and also remembered that phrase from the old residence in the City of Wrongful Deaths: “I will deceive Heaven,” and “I am still myself”…

The mirror surface was two-way.

While Jian Chou peered into Xie Buchen’s dream, Xie Buchen also saw Jian Chou’s dream.

Dreams had always been the truest illusions.

Jian Chou’s dream appeared incredibly vast. It was the countless splashing star streams in this universe, the suddenly exploding nebulae, and the countless colors that suddenly rushed toward one’s face, making one feel like falling off a cliff.

Between heaven and earth, all kinds of prosperity entered her dreams.

When the prosperity scattered, everything returned to quiet solitude.

He saw himself standing before Jian Chou, while she held a bundle of blazing fire light in her hand, stabbing toward him.

After the fire light faded, she held a sword in her hand.

The sword blade had already completely entered his chest, with blood dripping down drop by drop.

At this moment, Xie Buchen was somewhat confused.

The scene before him was clearly the one he feared most in his heart—that Jian Chou not only discovered his secret but also obtained that sword. So he actually had difficulty distinguishing whether this was his own dream or someone else’s dream.

If it were someone else’s dream, why did it show what he feared most?

If it were his own dream, the angle of vision was not his own.

As his mind raced, Xie Buchen felt there was something terribly wrong about everything, and found this mirror surface before him very uncomfortable.

“Crack!”

The ink ruler lifted, and the entire quicksilver-like mirror surface was shattered.

The Jian Chou who had been approaching him earlier was standing behind the mirror, wearing a calm and faint smile on her face, as if she hadn’t moved at all during that brief moment.

But Xie Buchen keenly sensed that something had changed.

Something flashed rapidly through his mind, and without thinking, he was about to retreat backward, but he never expected that at this moment, a shadow would pounce toward him from the side, so fast that only afterimages remained!

“Boom!”

Dark blue patterns lit up like surging tides, the extreme speed even stirring up storms, just like a thundercloud in the sky, directly striking the completely unprepared Xie Buchen!

Xie Buchen had devoted all his attention to watching Jian Chou—how could he notice someone ambushing him from the side?

And once they struck, they meant to kill!

All his defenses collapsed at this moment, and the terrifying power contained an ancient vicissitude, as vast as this boundless universe!

Xie Buchen’s originally retreating figure was immediately sent flying backward.

Blood splattered, immediately staining his robes.

And when he raised his head in the trembling light, what he saw was actually a sinister young man’s face—the demon clan Yingwei from the Non-Evil Heaven! But the power he displayed at this moment was completely not what a Saint Immortal who had just advanced recently should possess!

He was not Yingwei!

This clear recognition floated into Xie Buchen’s mind in a flash, and the aura that had just attacked him gave him a somewhat familiar feeling.

This change happened suddenly, and no one reacted in time.

But as the secret ambusher, “Yingwei” naturally didn’t need to react, because his purpose was very simple: to kill Xie Buchen!

But he also didn’t expect that when he rose again, preparing to directly take Xie Buchen’s life, he would be blocked!

His figure had only moved so much, his hand had not yet fallen on Xie Buchen’s head!

“Swoosh!”

A sharp sword cry!

Yixiantian’s cold and fierce blood light had already shot through like a shuttle, directly crossing in front of Xie Buchen, just blocking like this!

“Clang!”

The fingers reaching out like claws, like refined iron striking gold and stone, directly struck Yixiantian’s sword edge!

Even though he was no ordinary body, demon blood immediately flowed.

“Yingwei” looked up in shock, following the direction of Yixiantian toward the sword wielder, and saw Jian Chou’s cold and stern face.

In that brief moment, she had already flown from the shattered mirror and stood in front of Xie Buchen.

Yixiantian in her hand flickered with ghostly light, making her pair of eyes appear cold and strange.

He clearly saw that her sword still had his own blood on it, and many memories from the past flashed through his mind, making him completely unable to understand Jian Chou’s actions at this moment.

After enduring repeatedly, his eyes still revealed some disappointment and hurt.

After being knocked away by Jian Chou’s sword, he landed on a half-collapsed stone wall, his fingertips’ blood dripping down bit by bit, but he didn’t even glance at it, only looking at Jian Chou with angry incomprehension and mockery: “You actually protect him?”