Jinjian stepped into the golden passage at the last second before the portal closed.

After the distortion of time and space slowly subsided, he felt the ground under his feet.

Jinjian opened his eyes and saw an empty hall.

The main color of the hall was silver, and the walls were made of unknown materials that had a cold metallic luster.

The hall was connected by four almost identical passages, and each passage was blocked by a thick metal door, so he couldn't see what was behind the door.

In the middle of the hall stood a huge electronic display.

On the black screen, countless mysterious green symbols were scrolling at a dazzling speed.

— — This was a place completely different from the capital of Ping 'an. It was not the ancient elegance of the vicissitudes of life, but the inorganic scientific style.

If he had to describe it, it was closer to Jinjian's original world.

Perhaps it was because Jin Jian had entered the portal a little late, so he did not see the five people who had left earlier. It seemed that they had already gone to another part of the building.

But fortunately, Jinjian didn't care about their departure. Because now, he was more interested in this political stronghold.

Ignoring the big screen that he couldn't understand, Jinjian walked around the wall, and then confirmed that there were indeed no other exits except for the four doors.

"… Then, which one should I choose."

Jin Jian slowly scanned through the four paths that were exactly the same as he muttered to himself with half-closed eyes.

At this moment, the original body in his hand suddenly made a sound.

This extremely spiritual odachi, with a gentle force, pulled Fu Mourning God's hand in one direction.

Jinjian looked in the direction, and it was one of the four doors.

He didn't show a surprised look, but he nodded with approval, "I feel the same."

Then, Jin Jian walked towards the silver-white door without saying a word.

When he was within three meters of the door, a mechanical female voice suddenly sounded —

"Target has entered the scanning range … Beginning scanning …"

Jin Jian was keenly aware that there was something colorless and invisible falling on his body and quickly passing through his entire body.

He slightly lowered his eyes, but he didn't move.

Then, as he expected, the female voice quickly sounded again, but this time, the content was not very friendly.

"Warning!

You don't have the authority to open the door, please return to the safe area. "

"If you don't obey within 10 seconds, the system will take coercive measures, please cooperate."

The moment the voice sounded, a fluorescent red line appeared on the ground.

The red line was exactly three meters away from the door, which was similar to the white line in the modern world. It clearly signaled everyone to retreat to the back of the line.

"Countdown 10, 9, 8 …"

The electronic sound of the machine echoed in the cold and desolate space, which was quite eerie.

"… 5."

"So noisy."

Death God Fu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly looked up. His tone could even be said to be calm, and there was not the slightest bit of impatience or complaint in it.

However, contrary to his cold demeanor, the saber light in his hand flashed at an extremely fast speed.

"-Kuang!"

With a loud noise, the sealed door was cleanly split open, and then it broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.

The ground seemed to be shaken by this rumbling movement.

In the empty hall, a buzzing sound that caused one's ears to ring was heard, and it spread out like ripples in a circle.

Not sure if it was affected by the destruction of the door.

"… Warning … Warning!"

"Discovered … Intrusion … Emergency … Ziz-"

Jinjian raised his odachi, and the sharp tip of the sword suddenly pierced through a piece of the door's wreckage, along with the hidden system hub.

Then, the intermittent electronic sound came to an abrupt end.

The world returned to its peaceful state.

Fu Mourning God, who was slightly satisfied, sheathed his odachi, and then calmly swept across the messy ground, and slowly moved toward the inside of the door.

After passing through the first door, there were countless forks in the road, and countless similar obstacles.

But at every intersection, Fu Mourning God did not show the slightest hesitation. He turned based on his intuition, and it could be said that he did as he pleased.

And a series of doors after that all followed in the footsteps of their predecessors. They were simply and brutally forced to die at the feet of Fu Mourning God.

Everything was going very smoothly, or it could be said that it was completely too smooth —

"It's a little … strange."

Until now, Jinjian had not met anyone other than himself.

Whether it was the sword, Fu Mourning God, or the Shi Zheng's staff, no one appeared to react to this.

— This was very abnormal.

Fu Mourning God stopped moving forward, raised his fingertips, and gently touched the hilt of his sword —

Was all of this a trap that had been set up in advance to target him, or …

Shi Zheng had encountered something much more urgent and important than him, an intruder.

Thinking about it this way, in the face of a major event like the destruction of the House of Ten Thousand, Shi Zheng could only send five people …

"Interesting."

Fu Mourning God, who had been so calm that he was almost tired, finally revealed a sense of uniqueness.

A few minutes later, Jinjian finally arrived at the final destination.

Even if the door perfectly blocked all the fluctuations of spiritual power, Jinjian still vaguely knew that the thing he was looking for was behind this door.

Using the same method to open the door, Fu Mourning God stepped in.

— It was a huge collection room.

The layout was similar to a museum, with densely packed display windows neatly arranged in rows, and each display window displayed a sword.

Of course, these were not ordinary swords.

They were different from the flawless new swords forged by the inquisitors.

These swords in front of him all had the aura of vicissitudes of life, and some of the scabbards even had clear traces of wear and tear.

But even so, it was undeniable that the sword-shaped blade, every inch and every centimeter, carried the majesty and heroism of a master's work.

There was no mistake about it.

The swords placed here were all collected from various time and space nodes by Shi Zheng's painstaking efforts —

The swords were the real bodies of the swords.

Jinjian roughly sensed and found that all the swords' spirits were in a state of deep sleep.

Then, Jinjian walked through the aisles of rows of display windows and saw a lot of introductions posted on them, most of which were the names of the swords, their sects, and their forging time.

He glanced at the signs such as "Suda Kou", "Lai Sect", "Longboat", "Zuo Script", and so on, but he still did not see what he wanted to see.

Jinjian looked at the remaining swords behind him, if he wanted to find them one by one, it would probably waste a lot of time.

Unfortunately, he was not a very patient person.

So, Fu Mourning God withdrew his hesitant gaze, and then, slowly released his aura.

The aura was cold and distant, like the strong wind and the sun, sharp and dazzling.

A few seconds later, almost all the swords and sabers that were still asleep vaguely sensed that an incredible person had arrived.

However, because this aura was not familiar, even if they sensed it, most of the spirits still could not resist the sleepiness. After struggling for a while, they once again disappeared.

Only a few swords and sabers had an accident —

In the deepest area of the library, there was a sudden huge movement in the place marked "Three Swords".

There were originally a few swords and sabers, short swords, large swords, and small swords, which were more complete than the other swords sects.

And these few swords and sabers had always been very silent.

Even if the divided souls had returned countless times, it could not shake them in the slightest, and they did not give any response.

These few spirits that were sleeping here had always been so distant and mysterious, unparalleled.

But now, it seemed that they wanted to vent the excitement that had been suppressed for a long time. At this moment, these few swords and sabers showed an intense emotion that had never been seen before.

"Knock, knock, knock — Tap, tap —"

The swords and sabers trembled violently, and the blade and scabbard knocked together, making non-stop vibrating sounds.

If others heard it, they would definitely think that the hand of the sword-wielding person was twitching crazily.

No one would suspect —

The Fu Mourning God's spirit that was sleeping in the swords and sabers had completely awakened at this moment.

The government of time attached great importance to the spirits of all the swords and sabers.

After all, if the divided souls were injured or died, it would not affect them much. But if something happened to the spirit, all the divided souls would be assimilated in an instant and become worse than the spirit.

Therefore, in order to ensure that nothing went wrong, the government of time strictly controlled the supply of spiritual power in the library, so that all the spirit swords and sabers were maintained in a state of deep sleep and could not transform.

Therefore, even if these few swords and sabers seemed to be trying very hard to attract someone's attention, and even almost crazily wanted to transform, it was useless.

Other than shaking their bodies like now and colliding with each other, they could not do anything else.

After chattering for a long time, these few swords and sabers did not see the figure they expected, so they immediately stopped moving.

It was as if he was suddenly dumbfounded. His movements suddenly became sluggish, and he didn't make a sound.

— — I clearly felt the presence, but where is my brother?!

— — Didn't my brother come?

— — I was deceived, how could it be like this, this is too much!

… … A, A Ni A QAQ

The Sanjō Group, which had always been cold like a flower on a high mountain, suddenly became a picture of resentment squatting in the corner and drawing circles.

The swords and sabers of the other saber sects that were displayed on the side were awakened by this sudden strange atmosphere for a moment and trembled together.

— — The Highnesses of the Sanjō Group suddenly became so scary.

— — What what?!

What happened?!

— — I feel a dangerous murderous aura!

This group of swords and sabers that could not transform were still communicating in a way that only they could understand.

Then, in this space that had been cold and silent for too long, suddenly there was a clear sound of footsteps.

Step by step, it was getting closer and closer.

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

At the same time, a figure entered everyone's sight — —

The silver-haired and golden-eyed Fu Mourning God stood still, then raised his hand and gently placed it on the transparent glass of the display window.

He looked at the swords and sabers displayed inside and said, "Found you."