The story told by Xuanyuan Wan'er was simple—so simple that it only outlined the general cause and a vague conclusion, briefly mentioning the brutality of war. Yet, Feng Xiao felt as if he had witnessed the earth-shattering battle firsthand.
The war between gods and demons—what a cataclysmic event it must have been. Demonic hordes raging in chaos, divine beings fighting valiantly, each dispying their unparalleled might. Feng Xiao could almost see the awe-inspiring spectacle unfold before him, his blood boiling with excitement. Compared to a battle of such magnitude, his usual stealthy assassinations seemed ughable.
Reincarnation… could it mean waging war against the heavens?
“If I could experience the grandeur of the war between gods and demons, I’d die without regrets… Of course, as long as I can respawn,” Feng Xiao indulged in his fantasies.
“Wan’er, are you from the Divine Realm?”
“Mm!”
“Then why did you become a sword spirit? Who gave you this mission? Was it the Jade Emperor?” Feng Xiao asked in confusion.
“…………”
“Wan’er?”
“...Why did I become a sword spirit? Why…?” Wan’er murmured as if in a daze.
“Wan’er, what’s wrong? Can’t you remember?” Feng Xiao sensed something unusual.
“No… don’t ask me that question. I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to think about it… Please, Brother Feng, don’t ask me… don’t ask…” Xuanyuan Wan’er suddenly broke down, her voice trembling with emotion, as if a long-buried agony had been unearthed.
Feng Xiao was startled by her sorrowful cries. “I… I’m sorry, Wan’er. I didn’t know this would happen. I won’t ask, I promise. Please don’t be upset… Wan’er…” This gentle and seemingly fragile girl—Feng Xiao found himself unwilling to let her suffer any pain.
Her quiet sobbing continued, and Feng Xiao stood there, clueless about how to comfort her. He knew too little about her—why she reacted so strongly remained a mystery.
After a long silence, Xuanyuan Wan’er finally calmed down. A while ter, she softly said, “I’m sorry, Brother Feng. I lost control of my emotions and made you worry.”
What a gentle and considerate girl… Feng Xiao quickly reassured her, “No, it was my fault. As long as you’re okay now, that’s what matters.”
“Mm,” Wan’er responded, then added, “Brother Feng, your priority now is to grow stronger. I believe you will eventually uncover all the mysteries.”
Feng Xiao still had countless unanswered questions:
What exactly was Xuanyuan Wan’er’s mission in finding him? Was it simply to break the seal with his blood? If so, why did she recognize him as her master?
If the Xuanyuan Seal could be broken, what about the Demon Lord’s?
What did it mean for heaven and earth to be reversed?
And most importantly, why was he the one chosen to uncover these mysteries?
But the biggest puzzle that pgued him was—time.
The Xuanyuan Sword was forged for Emperor Xuanyuan from the divine copper of Mount Shou, around five thousand years ago. That meant the Xuanyuan Sword should have only existed for about five millennia. So why did it appear in the war between gods and demons, which supposedly took pce tens of thousands of years ago? Wan’er had also mentioned the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven—Sun Wukong, who belonged to the Tang Dynasty’s mythology…
Could it be that the timeline in War Against Heaven was different from legends? Was the game set tens of thousands of years in the future? Or was there another reason entirely?
Feng Xiao had a gut feeling—things were far from simple.
“Forget it. No need to overthink—it’s just a game,” he told himself.
Yet, in the depths of his consciousness, Xuanyuan Wan’er silently sighed:
I’m sorry, Brother Feng. There’s so much I’ve kept from you. You must uncover the truth on your own—otherwise, you’ll never grow strong enough. You won’t be worthy of wielding the Xuanyuan Sword.
If you truly think this is just a game, then you’re gravely mistaken… The Demon Lord is awakening. Chaos will consume the Three Realms—the threads of fate have already begun to intertwine.
“Brother Feng, I’m feeling sleepy… The Xuanyuan Sword’s spiritual power is still too weak, so I can’t stay conscious for long,” Wan’er’s voice grew faint.
“Wan’er, is it because of the Xuanyuan Seal?” Feng Xiao immediately realized the problem.
“Mm. When I summoned you before, I used almost all of Xuanyuan’s remaining spiritual power. I nearly failed… but thanks to Brother Feng’s extraordinary intelligence, you broke the seal yourself.”
Extraordinary intelligence? Heh, I wouldn’t go that far. Feng Xiao chuckled mischievously and said, “Wan’er, get some rest. I’ll get stronger as soon as possible and break the seal so you can talk to me every day.”
Wan’er softly murmured, “Mm…” It seemed that Feng Xiao’s affectionate words had startled her, and she said no more.
With the mighty Xuanyuan Sword boosting his stats significantly, Feng Xiao eagerly checked his current attributes:
Character Name: Feng HunCss: Novice (Physical)Guild: NoneLevel: 0Reputation: 100Gold: 0
Basic Stats:
Strength: 11Stamina: 11Agility: 11Spirit: 11Fixed Stats:
Luck: 11Comprehension: 50Health: 210Mana: 210Attack Power: 139 (100 + 11×2) × (1 + 10%)Magic Attack: 22Defense: 18Accuracy: 21Evasion: 11Attack Speed: NormalMovement Speed: 30Reaction: 147
Pets: NoneMounts: None
Elemental Resistances:
Fire: 0%Water: 0%Wind: 0%Lightning: 0%Earth: 0%Light: 0%Darkness: 0%Feng Xiao nearly teared up. “Finally, I can fight monsters without getting one-shotted!”
He quickly set his sights on his first target. With the Xuanyuan Sword in hand, he was confident in taking down a Level 5 monster. To him, the once docile White Wolves now looked like walking piles of experience points.
Activating Mind’s Eye, he scanned a White Wolf’s attributes:
White WolfLevel: 5Health: 200A unique species of herbivorous wolves with a gentle temperament. Generally does not attack humans unless provoked.
Skills:
Wolf Howl: When attacked, lets out a howl to summon its pack for a group assault.Feng Xiao’s grin widened. Time to farm some experience!
