The starting point of the story is the encounter outside Star City.

One person and one sword have the same goal in mind and choose to fuse flesh and blood.

In the eyes of Demon Sword, this is the only sword holder he has ever encountered who has a stronger will than him.

The sea of ​​negative emotions suppressed in his heart seemed to easily overwhelm his thin figure at any time. Just by peeking into the corner of the sea of ​​negative emotions, Demon Sword was almost shattered.

He couldn't imagine how this seemingly ordinary life could bear such an unimaginable burden so calmly and calmly.

When memories flooded into his mind, Demon Sword was completely shocked by the memory pictures he saw.

Despite countless helplessness and failures, as well as the regrets of countless dreams from his previous life, he never gave up. He resolutely took up responsibilities that were not his and chose to be the guide for the human race in every life.

How many times his body has aged and his hair has turned gray, but what remains unchanged in his eyes is his love for the human race.

Even though we know that every restart will only usher in short-term glory and the ending of the story will eventually be bleak, we still look forward to starting everything over again.

I have stepped on countless failures, and every time I mustered up the courage to start all over again.

The negative emotions born of failure were like a steel knife scraping bones, scarring him all over.

Every time he returned to reality, he just licked his wounds silently, then stood up with a smile and continued on his journey.

The first time they met, he left a deep impression on Demon Sword.

He saw a truly invincible warrior. Although he did not have an immortal body, he had an indomitable spiritual will.

During the process of memory fusion, Demon Sword was completely impressed by this unyielding will.

The journey of joining hands to embark on the challenge of ascending to the gods will also begin after the integration is completed...

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Countless figures and images flashed through his mind, and Demon Sword was completely shocked by the memory images.

He finally understood why the metal puppet standing in front of him knew his name and even knew about Jian Ji's existence.

Because in a timeline he had never experienced, they had fought side by side as one body.

At this moment, the magic knife was silent.

After taking a long time to digest the information in his mind, the sword slave under the control of the magic sword raised his head, the murderous intent in his eyes faded, and his eyes looking at Feng Qi became complicated.

"Aqi, long time no see."

"Brother Dao, long time no see."

"There's still me, there's still me, long time no see."

Xiaoyou waved her hands excitedly, trying to increase her presence.

Meeting again across time, Feng Qi had a smile in his eyes.

There is no need to say too much. He and the Demon Sword were once connected with each other, and everything is self-explanatory.

"After that line ended, Jian Ji died?"

"After he died, I completely erased all traces of his existence, and he will never appear again in the future."

Hearing these words, Demon Sword's emotions went up and down, and he spoke a thousand words, which finally turned into a sigh.

Killing Jian Ji was his goal, but this goal disappeared at this moment, even though it was him in the previous timeline who defeated Jian Ji.

But he still felt extremely sorry.

"Brother Dao, what are your plans for the future?"

"future?"

After a brief silence, the fighting spirit ignited in Mo Dao's eyes again:

"Now that Jian Ji is dead, my only goal is to crush the gods with mortal objects and become an artifact that transcends miracles."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi was not surprised.

Like him, Demon Sword experienced countless failures in the process of challenging Jian Ji.

The main reason is that Jian Ji has an artifact blessed by a miraculous item in his hand: the Burning Sky Sword.

But Demon Sword never gave in. Even though the Burning Sky Sword in Jian Ji's hand was blessed with miraculous items, Demon Sword always believed that one day he would be able to gain power beyond miracles and challenge the miraculous gods with his mortal body.

"Brother Dao, come to my Dawn City, this can be your home."

Faced with his invitation, Mo Dao shook his head without hesitation:

"My growth needs to be tempered by the pressure of desperate situations. If I want to gain power beyond miracles, my journey to become a god cannot be stopped, so I can't promise you."

Although he felt regretful, the answer from the Demon Sword had already been expected by Feng Qi.

Precisely because they were once connected with each other, he understands the magic knife extremely well.

Knowing that the only obsession left in Demon Sword's heart is to challenge the gods until he surpasses them.

The crisis has been resolved. Although the Demon Sword in this timeline has never experienced the challenge of heart training with him, through the fusion of memory fluid, the Demon Sword already knows that they have fought side by side in the same timeline.

Along with the digestion of the memory liquid, this emotion has been integrated into the consciousness of the magic knife.

Realizing that the magic sword was about to leave, Feng Qi had a new idea in his heart.

At this moment, he looked at the magic knife and said:

"Brother Dao, you can definitely choose a new sword holder from our human race members."

After hearing these words, Demon Sword immediately shook his head:

"Don't forget the process of me merging with you. Your body couldn't bear my power at all. In the end, I could only seal myself five times so that you could hold me... My strength now is far greater

It's more than what I am in your memory, and your human race's physique simply can't bear it, unless my strength is sealed again."

"And my path to the challenge of ascending to the gods can only achieve a real breakthrough when my strength reaches a state of complete unblocking. What I want to choose is also those racial beings with extremely strong bloodline growth potential. You humans are completely out of my consideration."

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Demon Sword's explanation was very reasonable. While feeling regretful, Feng Qi also understood what Demon Sword meant.

At this time, the magic sword was about to leave, and Feng Qi finally spoke:

"Brother Dao, I want to ask you something."

"Say it, I may not agree."

"In the future, the human race will face the challenge of the Black Moon Army. You also know the relevant situation. At that time, Black Moon will have a final decisive battle with the sun, and a large number of miraculous items will appear at that time."

Hearing these words, a ferocious smile appeared on Demon Sword's face:

"I understand what you mean. Do you hope that I can help the human race when the final battle comes?"

Facing the Demon Sword's inquiry, Feng Qi nodded without hesitation:

"yes."

"You have to understand that every domain force in the Black Moon Army has at least one miraculous artifact. What is the difference between fighting them and dying?"

"Ascending to the gods to challenge the road is a process of tempering oneself in a desperate situation. It is no different from dying. Obviously, Brother Dao, you will not be afraid."

"Hahahaha, you are indeed the one who knows me best."

Demon Sword laughed loudly, then took a step forward and slapped his hand hard on Feng Qi's shoulder:

"I have no interest in saving the human race. Although you and I were brothers of flesh and blood, the feelings in my eyes do not include the human race that you value. Their death or life is not important to me.

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Just when Feng Qi thought that Demon Sword would refuse, Demon Sword changed the subject:

"But I am very interested in challenging strong people, especially a group of strong people who have mastered the power of miracles. Maybe I will come that day."

"Brother Dao, are you agreeing?"

"Not necessarily, maybe it will come, maybe it won't come, it depends on the variables in the future."

When Feng Qi heard this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

But based on his understanding of the magic sword, there is no word "fear" in its dictionary. Even if it doesn't come, it's definitely not because it's afraid of those powerful people who master miracles.

"Uncle Knife, barbecue."

At this moment, Xiaoyou jumped up and raised his hands, shouting expectantly.

"Xiaoyou, you still look so stupid."

Looking down at Xiaoyou, the magic knife stretched out his hand and pinched Xiaoyou's face, and his scarlet eyes flashed.

"Xiaoyou is not stupid, Xiaoyou is very smart, but he doesn't like to use his brain." Xiaoyou said with a very dissatisfied expression.

"The information in the memory fluid can prove that your talent is outstanding and you are very suitable for holding a knife. Do you have any idea of ​​leaving me and becoming my knife wielder to start the challenge of becoming a god?"

"Me?" Xiaoyou pointed at herself with a surprised expression:

"Can I also hold a knife?"

Seeing the surprise on Xiaoyou's face, Mo Dao turned his attention to Feng Qi who was standing in front of him:

"You don't seem to have given her the memory of Xiaoyou holding the knife?"

"For Xiaoyou, that memory was too painful. Now it's good to mess around and make space bracelets without any worries."

"It's a pity that I have so much talent but I can't put it to use... But maybe you made the right choice. Everyone in this world is struggling to survive and is under too much pressure to grow up. A fool like Xiaoyou is rare and worth keeping."

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"She can also improve the pressure of negative emotions on you by staying by your side. The energy props she makes can also help your human race develop rapidly. Changing your way of life may not be a bad thing."
To be continued...