The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

Chapter 247: You Can Win Many Times

Within the Glazed Sword Realm, the Sword Qi was severe, and the hills were littered with broken divine blades and numerous magic artifacts.

Apart from the absence of corpses, this place almost resembled an ancient battlefield forgotten by the mortal world.

Li Muyang stood amidst it all, turning around only to see a white figure emerge out of thin air in the void.

She was dressed in a vestment robe of plain white, her feet suspended three feet off the ground, her garment and robe corners silently flowing as if in water.

Her facial features were identical to those of the Glass Immortal Maiden, Chu Qingxue.

However, her gaze was ice-cold and indifferent, vacant as if devoid of any emotions. She did not look like a living person, but more like a machine.

—Sword Spirit, that was her self-proclaimed identity.

Gazing at Li Muyang who was before her, this woman, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Glass Immortal Maiden Chu Qingxue, said.

"Chu Qingxue’s consciousness sleeps deep within this Sword Realm, and you must traverse this realm to awaken her."

Li Muyang, now in the midst of the Sword Realm, could no longer see Dan Xiaolian, who had accompanied him here.

Clearly, this was a personal instance designed exclusively for him.

Li Muyang did not hesitate; he immediately stepped forward, intending to push through the Sword Realm.

But the moment he stepped forward, several broken swords on the hill in front of him suddenly began to tremble violently.

The next second, three broken swords and two broken sabers rose simultaneously.

Each of these battered blades materialized a vague black shadow.

These eerie shadows, roaring, swung their fragmented blades towards Li Muyang, red health bars appearing above their heads.

Upon seeing such a scene, Li Muyang slightly raised his eyebrows.

"Is this the danger within the Sword Realm?"

Could the divine blades on this hill transform into the phantoms of their former wielders?

The intense intent to kill surged towards him, and Li Muyang countered.

However, at the moment of his counterattack, he found that his body was no longer rigid; the body standing on this hill was no longer that of a corpse.

"This place is the Glazed Sword Realm, a trial for the soul."

The nearby Sword Spirit, sensing Li Muyang’s surprise, explained indifferently: "You are using your soul avatar here. The opponents you face in these trials are ancient remnants equivalent to your soul’s cultivation level."

After speaking, the Sword Spirit added, "If you die here, your soul will also be severely damaged."

On the hill, the five black shadows, each wielding a deadly weapon, charged towards him.

But Li Muyang was not afraid.

No matter how fierce and unusual the enemies’ techniques were, he used only one move.

Atop the hill, Li Muyang formed a sword with his fingers, invoking the Startling Swan Sword Technique.

As he wielded his sword, numerous sword Qi phantoms slashed out, dozens of sword lights sweeping out like agile starlight, repelling those bizarre sound wave beasts.

Amid the sound of sword Qi slicing through the air, Li Muyang tapped the sword’s body lightly with his sword fingers.

Ding—

The crisp sound of the sword, like a great bell from an ancient temple deep in the mountains, spread through the sword domain, carrying a power that soothed the soul.

The shadow wielding the black flag on the hill seemed affected, emitting a pained groan.

Subsequently, the divine abilities of the black flag were broken and it vanished first, with the tattered black flag falling back onto the ravine.

The remaining shadow was left without support and was submerged by the brilliant flood of sword intent, instantly riddled with holes.

Li Muyang then took another ten steps forward.

From atop the hill, a dull roar of a beast resounded.

A massive dark beastly shadow appeared on the hill.

On the head of the shadow, there was a sharp, solitary horn that was tangible, covered with the scuffs of time.

The demon beast, emerging through this solitary horn, charged at Li Muyang roaring ferociously.

In the blink of an eye, the sword domain shook and the ground trembled.

The violent, surging demonic aura rushed towards him head-on!

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"...Could these shadows in the sword domain be the soul remnants of those who died under the Glazed Fairy Sword?"

Inside the Enforcement Hall’s Yellow Flag rear hall in Tianjiao City, Li Muyang, who had slept in a rocking chair all night, stretched lazily under the sunlight and sat up.

He reflected on the shadows he had slain in the secret realm; each shadow had its unique divine skills and considerable strength.

These shadows were likely the soul remnants of those who had perished under the Glazed Fairy Sword, leaving behind a distinctive aura within the sword.

"In a sense, this sword is quite terrifying."

To be killed by it was one thing, but it also remembered your techniques and divine skills, projecting your shadow in the sword domain, continuously defeating you even after death.

This was no different from accidentally being killed by a streamer in a game, having your defeat recorded and posted online for others to enjoy.

You could beat the streamer many times, but lose once, and you would end up in a video!