Chapter 270
The Star Breath Sword Canon had claimed only a handful of practitioners across history—every one of them a destroyer of terrifying scale who shook the age they inhabited.
Within their native galaxy, they moved without regard for light-year distances, crossing between stars at speeds that outstripped even space-time jumps, annihilating every civilization that dared stand in their path.
Every encirclement was known to them before it closed; every scheme unraveled before it could spring. The source of this prescience was simple: each practitioner could briefly reverse their own personal time.
Whether severely injured, killed, controlled, sealed, or knocked unconscious, they could instantly revert to their prior peak state. Once strong, forever strong—that was the true horror of this sword art.
Their bodies would remain forever at their absolute zenith. Secret arts and substances with catastrophic side effects were nothing but stepping stones—they harvested every gain and shed every consequence, because the moment of reckoning would simply never come.
According to his inherited memories, every past practitioner had begun with a blood feud of monstrous depth. Only through such hatred could someone choose to sever every bond and become the destroyers. After annihilating their targets, each one had followed through on their original vow—plunging into the rift of time and pulverizing themselves into the most primordial of particles.
A sword art forged for revenge—and it demands everything in return... If I keep walking this path and lose all my human desires, what's left to live for? Lin Hui felt the weight of it settle over him. Fortunately, he hadn't yet mastered the Star Breath Sword Canon. There was still time; no need to agonize over it now.
No rush. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Deal with the immediate situation first. Reeling in his thoughts, Lin Hui suddenly darted sideways, dodging a massive gray-white shadow that erupted from the seawater below.
The shadow retracted. A moment later, a colossal gray-white sea snake breached the surface. A ring of spikes—natural as bone—crowned its head, pulsing with a slow, mercury-bright silver light.