The Art of the Great Sword

He just couldn't figure it out. The great terror had left, and was also going to give up his past and travel alone.

He even gave his daughter to him to take care of.

And now, the token given to him by the great terror has brought about such a wonderful change.

If it was just that, it would be fine. The key issue is that there seems to be a consciousness left by the great terror on this token.

"Have you been in this token all the time?"

Fang Qingyang looked at the token floating in the air and asked the doubts in his heart.

The token did not give any response, but restrained the white glow on the token, turned into an ordinary token, and returned to Fang Qingyang's hand.

Fang Qingyang held the token, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should continue to hold it.

He hated the feeling of being treated as a pawn.

The middle-aged man in the Dragon Emperor Sword taught him the Great Wilderness Divine Sword Art. He just wanted to prove that the Great Wilderness Divine Sword Art he created was not weaker than the swordsmanship practiced by the Dragon Emperor.

He had no other purpose.

But the token given to him by the Great Terror brought him great trouble.

First of all, the former subordinates of the Great Terror believed that Fang Qingyang inherited the legacy of the Great Terror, so he had to inherit the will of the Great Terror. After growing to a certain extent, he had to complete the unfinished road of the Great Terror.

Secondly, the enemy of the Great Terror was very strong. At least with Fang Qingyang's current cultivation, he was not qualified to know the name of that force.

Based on these two points alone, Fang Qingyang did not have much good feelings towards the Great Terror.

Although the Lord of the Undead helped him a lot along the way, Fang Qingyang always felt that they helped him with ulterior motives.

Their main purpose, in Fang Qingyang's view, should be to make him grow up quickly to deal with the crisis that might be faced next.

For Fang Qingyang, he felt a bit like a puppet.

However, when he saw that the token was different at this time, and there was a consciousness suspected to be that of the Great Terror in it, he directly asked the token, hoping that the token could solve his doubts.

"There is a trace of my thoughts left in the token. You can pretend that I don't exist."

Sure enough, the token responded now.

When Fang Qingyang heard this, a hint of coldness appeared on his face, and he said, "You asked me to take care of your daughter. In exchange, you took the initiative to give me your token. You also told me that with this token, I can go anywhere to the secret realm you left behind."

At this point, the coldness on Fang Qingyang's face became even stronger.

He continued, "But you didn't tell me that you have a thought hidden in this token!"

The consciousness in the token heard Fang Qingyang's words and said, "I didn't leave any consciousness in this token. This is just an image of my past."

When Fang Qingyang heard this, the coldness on his face gradually turned into mockery.

It seemed like he was mocking himself, but it was more like mocking the great terror.

He said, "How could the image of the past know what you did!"

After Fang Qingyang finished speaking, he thought about it and prepared to release his daughter from his own small world and let him take care of Zhen'er himself.

However, as soon as this thought came out, he suppressed it.

No matter from which direction, Zhen'er is innocent.

Moreover, he is still her nominal master, so why should he implicate her for a moment of anger?

"Who are you?"

At this time, Fang Qingyang simply asked the middle-aged man about his identity.

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to answer, he continued: "You live in this token, so you should understand what happened to me."

"Your inheritance and everything you left behind are not that important to me."

The consciousness in the token took the initiative to manifest when he heard Fang Qingyang's words.

It was still the same terrifying image as before. The other party was a very elegant middle-aged man. No matter who saw him, he would not regard him as a terrifying figure.

He said to Fang Qingyang: "When your cultivation reaches the Quasi-Emperor Realm, I will tell you some things about me."

Fang Qingyang frowned when he heard this and said: "Why, you also want to tell me that your former enemies cannot even be mentioned by name?"

The great terror said: "Now that you know, it will not do you any good."

"I know that you are protected by a powerful person, but in his current state, he may not be able to suppress my former enemies."

Fang Qingyang didn't know what to say for a while when he heard him say this.

"Hehe..."

Just as the great terror's voice fell, a mocking laugh came into his ears.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man in the Dragon Emperor Sword walked out of it.

He looked at the great terror in front of him and said, "Even if I am just a clone, my power is beyond your imagination."

"You may not have even heard of the places where my original body fought in the past. How can you conclude that I can't deal with your former enemies?"

The middle-aged man looked at the great terror in front of him and said, "He is my chosen successor. Although your enemies are terrifying, they can just serve as a whetstone for him!"

The great terror was extremely shocked when he heard the words of the middle-aged man.

He knew that the middle-aged man in Fang Qingyang's Dragon Emperor Sword was very strong, but his strength was at the peak of the Great Emperor's realm.

He was almost beyond the peak of the Great Emperor, but when he faced those enemies, he was still defeated by them.

In fact, the enemy who faced him was just a small team under that huge force.

What's ridiculous is that he was unable to defeat the small team under that big force, and even caused their world to be invaded by those guys. Even he himself was defeated in their hands and was taken away from the great world of eternal night. We have reached this low-level plane now.

In that battle, the world of Yongye was shattered into pieces and removed from this world of cultivation.

Now his true self has left the low-level plane of the Xuanhuang World and gone to practice in other real worlds.

And he also left a clone to live in the token. Only he himself knows what its main purpose is.

The great terror heard the words of the middle-aged man in the Dragon Emperor Sword. He sighed softly and said, "In that case, I will tell you who my enemy is."

"The world I once lived in was called the Great World of Evernight. It was a real great world, far stronger than the great world of Xuanhuang that you are in."