"Doesn't this feel peculiar?" Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in Barrett Walk's ears. It was Glena, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. Barrett Walk followed the voice and saw her in a white robe, looking like an ancient fairy from a painting. Her hair was tied up with an ivory hairpin, and she gently caressed an ancient sword beneath her with her hand, causing it to hum like a mosquito as she touched it.
Looking at this scene, Barrett Walk was slightly dazed. Could it be that he had traveled through time? He walked forward in a daze, only to find that the hem of her ancient robe did not cover her feet. The sight of her exposed, smooth, beautiful feet reminded Barrett Walk of what he had seen in that pool. He began to imagine at length, but he couldn't believe that such an extraordinary woman was his mentor.
"Is there something odd here?" Barrett Walk asked, looking around and softly inquiring, "Where are the two of them?"
Glena said only a few words, as if she hadn't even seen Barrett Walk. She pointed at the sword with her long, slender hand, gently and tenderly caressing the sword as if she wanted to understand it completely. After a while, she looked up, her eyes glinting with a momentary sparkle. "This sword is called Illumination," she said in a clear, crystalline voice. "King Wu Ding reigned for fifty-nine years, and in the first year of his reign, he forged a sword three feet long, inscribed with the words 'Illumination' in ancient seal script."
It seemed as though she was introducing Barrett Walk to this ancient sword, covered in rust and verdigris. She turned and crouched, gently caressing another ancient, simple-looking sword. However, the blade of the sword was already broken. "The sword's name is 'Blue Frost,'" she said.
Barrett Walk looked at her sorrowful expression and felt a twinge in his heart. There must be a story behind this. But Barrett Walk did not know why she was here, and this uncertainty made him quite uneasy.
"Shouldn't Purple Thunder and Blue Frost be a pair?" Barrett Walk asked.
The woman turned to him with surprise in her eyes. Could there still be someone who remembers this? She glanced at Barrett Walk and quickly walked away. Barrett Walk followed closely, watching her gradually head towards the yellow light. As she stepped into the light, nothing else could be seen on either side. His eyes only saw that beam of light. After walking for an unknown amount of time, a stone gate suddenly appeared in the light. The gate was made of white marble, engraved with dragons and phoenixes, and adorned with countless bizarre and colorful seal scripts. The horizontal plaque was written in ancient seal script, reading 'Tomb of Swords,' which Barrett Walk recognized only after a long time.
Glena crouched in front of this stone gate. There was a purple longsword there, shining like the setting sun, its blade as smooth as a mirror, radiating a faint purple light. Occasional small purple electric arcs streaked across the sword, but when Glena approached, the electric arcs disappeared, and droplets of water dripped from the sword. Her body shuddered slightly as she stood with her back to Barrett Walk.
Barrett Walk was at a loss as to what had happened in this situation. He asked with a hint of confusion, "Glena, what exactly happened here?"
Her body trembled slightly, and she moved her arm, standing up and saying, "No one has come here for a long time. How did you come here?"
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"What else could I do? I finished school this afternoon and decided to come take a look. I didn't expect this building to be so eerie. I went up to the rooftop, and the next thing I knew, I ended up here," Barrett Walk said with a shrug. This place was truly bizarre, and Barrett Walk didn't even know if what he had seen on the rooftop was real. If it weren't for the blood on his forehead and the pain, he would have doubted whether he was dreaming.
"Oh! You are a person of destiny!" She turned her head to look deeply at Barrett Walk and said, "Whatever unfolds here will depend entirely on you." With that, she suddenly floated up, as light as a feather, and flew into the sky like a tightrope walker on TV.
Barrett Walker looked up and saw nothing but dim yellow light. He cursed the mysteriousness of this place and wondered if it was all just a prank. Despite his experience in period dramas, his ability to discern the truth in this situation was lacking. As he gazed at the flickering purple lightning, he imitated her actions and reached out to touch it. But as soon as he made contact, a powerful electrical surge ran through his body, causing him to exclaim, "FUCK, who would play such a prank?" These words flashed through his mind only to be followed by Barrett collapsing to the ground, his body emitting small electric currents and the smell of burnt flesh.
After some time, Barrett regained his senses and control over his body, sitting up abruptly and contemplating the possibility of high voltage wires beneath the ground. "I can't provoke it and I can't escape it," he thought. With an elegant gesture, Barrett leaped over the purple lightning embedded in the ground.
Suddenly, a powerful electrical current surged from the purple lightning, striking Barrett as if he were a graceful black crow flying through the sky. As a bolt of lightning struck down from the heavens, he despised its flamboyance. Barrett lay on the ground, wondering what he had done to deserve this fate.
In this world, there are those who bravely face challenges and those who adapt to circumstances. Barrett wondered which type of person he was, hoping he was the latter. Despite his attempts to negotiate with the purple lightning sword, it remained unyielding. Frustrated, he eventually stood up and walked away, realizing that it was futile to reason with it.
After being struck by another surge of purple lightning, Barrett stood up and saw no trace of the sword. He turned to look at it, feeling a sense of inexplicable sorrow emanating from its lonely figure. Shaking his head, he searched for the sword but found it behind him, prompting a strange and cautious reaction from him.
Upon entering, Barrett found no peculiarities, only the dim yellow light filling his eyes and making it difficult to discern direction. He closed his eyes and relied on a guiding feeling to move forward, despite the tempting urge to open them. A soft voice whispered in his ear, warning him not to open his eyes or risk being lost in the world of the sword's spirit.
Barrett Walker is not the kind of person who is unaware of his surroundings. He trusts his instincts, but he is also not superstitious, and does not rely solely on his sixth sense to solve everything. He has excellent self-control, and keeps his body slightly tense, listening carefully to his surroundings. At the slightest sign of trouble, he can immediately strike back.
Although Barrett Walker walks slowly, almost every step is a cautious exploration of the path ahead. However, he still does not know how far he has walked, and gradually loses patience. He can't help but want to open his eyes, and it seems that the mysterious presence has also sensed his movement. The sound of the wind around him becomes more intense, almost roaring, forcing him to close his eyes. Suddenly, Barrett Walker opens his eyes and sees the yellow light suddenly expand in a flash, turning into a golden color and shooting up into the sky. After a moment of dazzling brilliance, there is a brief blank in his vision, but he hears the sound of the wind around him intensify, as if facing a barrage of arrows. The oppressive power is comparable to divine might, causing a chilling sensation throughout his body, leaving him unsure of how to respond.
With a crackling sound, as if hearing a powerful current flowing through every inch of his skin, Barrett Walker is stimulated to dispel the cold within his body, quickly avoiding the countless colorful sword energy filling the entire dark space, shooting towards him in a dense and overwhelming manner.