Swallowing the prepared stones, Yang Yu stepped into the water tank, covered his neck, and closed his eyes slightly.

Already entered the ‘Cauldron of Gluttony’.

Without any pause, he picked up the broken knife and started chopping. Not long after, the progress bar on the cauldron wall jumped again.

The refining of the Broken Sword has reached perfection.

Buzz~

Like a bronze bell in a temple being struck hard.

Yang Yu was startled. Before his eyes, there seemed to be numerous lights and shadows flickering, and images like a revolving lantern flowed through his mind.

"That is……"

In a daze, Yang Prison seemed to have had a dream.

A truly lucid, yet intermittent and confusing dream.

In his dream, he saw a taciturn young man who inherited his father's legacy and became a jailer.

He has no other hobbies except dancing with swords and guns. Unfortunately, his family is poor and no one can teach him martial arts.

After many twists and turns, I only learned a few superficial skills.

But he practiced day and night, and over time, he actually developed some tricks.

Relying on this swordsmanship, he became a jailer and married a widow in the alley.

He lived his life diligently, was poor but peaceful, but sometimes he couldn't help but regret that he didn't have children.

But it was just a pity until that day.

He saw a beggar outside the city. The beggar looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, thin and small. He wanted to enter the city, but was beaten out by the doorman.

A touch of compassion arose in his heart, and he accepted him somehow.

He took him into the city, washed and changed him, watched him eat, and even asked the king to take him into the government office as a servant without hesitation.

It would be nice to have a son.

He was thinking that after escorting the prisoner this time, he would quit this job and work for this child on some good job...

Let him study, let him practice martial arts, let him marry and have children, let him...

Everything is fine,

Just don’t be like yourself…

The moment he fell off the cliff, his heart was filled with sadness and reluctance.

…

The chaotic memories flow around like a revolving lantern, very quickly, but it lasts a person's entire life.

Finally, the picture is frozen.

It was a deep and dark cave with only a faint flicker of firelight. In front of the fire, an old man with disheveled hair was squatting next to a withered skeleton.

Holding a yellowed book, he studied, chanted and gestured page by page.

"That's the old man?!"

Yang Yu was startled and wanted to take a closer look, but the picture in front of him suddenly shattered.

At the same time, the progress bar of the 'Broken Knife' on the tripod wall also disappeared.

Yang Yu was a little confused, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.
Chapter completed!