Wen Xishu took a deep breath and made a foolish, clumsy move.
He charged at the wall, slamming into it fiercely.
Thorns instantly pierced Wen Xishu’s flesh, and blood began to flow along the wounds on his skin.
At that moment, Liu Jianxin was completely stunned.
Wen Xishu seemed oblivious to the obstacles ahead, slamming hard into the wall!
The first attempt had no effect, only shattering his body.
So he crashed into it again, continuously.
Bang!
Bang!
Mixed with the sound of thorns piercing flesh was the loud crashing noise.
But Wen Xishu never stopped.
Liu Jianxin watched this clumsy man, his hand beginning to tremble slightly.
"Does it really have to go to this extent?"
Wen Xishu’s voice was soft, yet unusually firm:
"Every child has a martial arts dream. When I was young, if I picked up a branch that looked like a sword by the roadside, I’d happily wave it around for half the day, as if I’d found an extraordinary sword."
"At that time, if I faced such a wall, I’d probably crash into it as bravely as Don Quixote faced the windmills."
Wen Xishu did not stop. He just glanced backward, looking at Liu Jianxin with his blood-smeared face:
"I can be an evil person, but I don’t want to...become the evil person of that woman out there."
"Liu Jianxin, I don’t want my past self to disdain me."
These words cut like a sharp blade. Coincidentally, the hallucination in his ears brought Wen Xishu to the last memory.
It was the imagined Shaolin Temple, where the person named Liu Jianxin... was resisting the Piano Demon’s erosion with a beautiful sword.
When Wen Xishu said he didn’t want his past self to despise him, Liu Jianxin seemed to hear the question posed by the thirteen-year-old child.
"Hey, future me, have you become a hero?"
Humiliation and unwillingness turned into tears that continued to flow. Liu Jianxin found himself surprisingly tearful.
Faced with this huge heart-wall and the vast wave of evil behind him, he suddenly gained the courage to resist.
He finally began to learn from Wen Xishu, using his blood and flesh to crash into the thorny wall repeatedly, his body becoming covered with wounds, his blood unknowingly soaking his torso.
But he did not stop.
It seemed so foolish, yet also so... correct.
Finding that the righteous path was impassable, how many have the courage to break through the southern wall? Most would turn back, walking the path they once scorned, becoming the people they detest.
Blood seemed to be burning.
At this moment, Liu Jianxin suddenly thought of his father.
Once in his life, there were people who shone brightly, people who were knocked bloody by life but still insisted they were right.
Because right is right.
Bang!
The sound of a heart-wall breaking came through.
That indestructible heart-wall, perhaps due to the ritual or because it had endured the arrow of Sagittarius from the outside...
It wasn’t as strong as imagined. It could indeed be cracked!
Wen Xishu and Liu Jianxin stopped simultaneously.
Only for a brief moment did they pause, exchanging smiles, facing dire straits and generating boundless pride!
Liu Jianxin’s long-shrouded sword heart began to gradually... emit light from the repeated crashes.
Indeed, this world truly has heroes.
Beginning on the brink of execution, in a world with no family, all relatives dead, repeatedly plunging into near-certain death scenarios, surviving missions where life seemed impossible.
Never compromising, even exhibiting a tower-climbing frequency that astonished enemies.
From a condemned prisoner in the bunker to a hero of the bunker.
Achieving miraculous feats time and again relies not only on intelligence.
But also... clumsiness.
Liu Jianxin once looked down on such clumsiness, but now he truly envied those who possessed it.
A faint light began to appear on Liu Jianxin, the past voices and hatred slowly dissipating.
His expression was focused like never before.
His figure began to change, unlike the blood-soaked Wen Xishu...
Liu Jianxin’s attire shifted from business suits to the school uniform of years past.
And that school uniform was quietly beginning to transform.
Wen Xishu suddenly stopped.
Because Liu Jianxin’s transformation was too significant.
For the first time, he witnessed such a change.
"Is this the power of the sequence?"
If so, this must be a very advanced sequence.
The suit stained with impurities turned into a pristine school uniform, and his wan and unruly brows were replaced by boundless youthful heroism.
Eventually, the uniform transformed again, and Liu Jianxin himself was unaware, entering a state of total oblivion!
But Wen Xishu saw it!
He witnessed the birth of a hero.
The pure white school uniform turned into a flowing white sword robe.
The Liu Jianxin who nearly compromised, conforming to worldly filth... at this moment, washed clean of the mundane, finally turned into Liu Jianxin with a transparent sword heart!
The heart-wall that Wen Xishu couldn’t break with his own effort, at this moment, was struck by Liu Jianxin’s sword intent—so abundant he couldn’t even sense it—creating cracks.
As the immense heart-wall showed signs of collapse...
Liu Jianxin suddenly smiled.
He saw the Liu Jianxin in the center of the ring saying to Wen Xishu:
"Then I’ll face death."
At this moment, he seemed to be responding to his counterpart in that world:
"I won’t die, I will never let go of... the sword in my hand."
"Thank you, Wen Xishu!"
...
...
The seventy-seventh floor of the building.
After a long wait, Aquarius was a bit surprised.
Why is it taking so long?
She suddenly felt a bit anxious, but Sagittarius was more anxious than her.
Archer was truly terrified.
Wen Xishu surely would not die, but if he got twisted on good and evil... wouldn’t he have to obey this annoying sister?
He couldn’t accept such a fate.
Suddenly, a sharp sword light appeared.
After a long wait, both Aquarius and Sagittarius were shocked.
Aquarius’s eyes were filled with disbelief:
The Good and Evil Corridor, this inescapable place, was instantly sliced with sharp sword light.