I changed the world.

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Zhang Jing was swept along by the surging eddy, having sunk for an unknown amount of time. The surroundings were murky and dark, filled with a profound chaos, like the deep sea where light could not penetrate, with no end in sight in any direction.

Zhang Jing was currently interacting with this place on a spiritual level. He could sense that the surroundings were filled with some disordered flow of information, like eddies in the sea, omnipresent, converging into a kind of murmuring whisper...

It seemed as if some force was interfering with his senses; he instinctively knew that if he listened, he should be able to gain some mysterious knowledge…

It was an instinctive curiosity from the depths of his soul, a desire to pry into secrets. Temptation was everywhere, yet Zhang Jing knew that unless he went mad, he would never listen to any of the sounds here.

However, even so, Zhang Jing began to feel certain changes taking place within himself. His thinking speed suddenly increased, and inspiration began to flow. He seemed to have a completely different perspective on some problems that he couldn't understand before. It was a perspective that seemed to be able to examine the problems from a higher level, a perspective that seemed to be completely different from before...

where is this place?

No matter where he was, Zhang Jing told himself he couldn't linger here any longer...

Zhang Jing keenly realized that this place seemed to have transcended the spiritual realm of ordinary magical artifacts; he had never been to such a place before when communicating with magical artifacts…

The surrounding clouds of tribulation were growing thinner, and further ahead, through the final barrier, the outline of an incredibly massive shadow could be vaguely seen.

As the outline gradually became clearer, what unfolded before Zhang Jing was a scene that utterly shocked him. It was an enormous, broken object, floating in this gloomy world.

The floating, broken object was so enormous that Zhang Jing could feel it more and more as he got closer. It was like a broken starship floating in deep space, silently suspended there, exuding an ancient and ancient aura, as if it had been eroded by millions of years...

As they got closer, Zhang Jing finally began to see clearly that this was not a huge, dilapidated starship at all, but rather an enormous broken sword.

Compared to the enormous size of this broken sword, Zhang Jing's own height seemed like that of an insect standing in front of a skyscraper...

The broken sword was now positioned with its tip pointing towards Zhang Jing, who could clearly see the state of the blade and part of the guard.

But what he saw was an enormous sword, only a third of which remained. Its surface was mottled and uneven, and the blade was full of serrated notches and cracks. On the blade, blazing white plasma flowed around it. From the moment he saw it, Zhang Jing felt an extremely oppressive, tragic, cruel, and even heavy feeling.

Furthermore... from the very first moment I saw this sword, I could sense that it had some inexplicable connection with me...

Considering his current situation, a thought flashed through Zhang Jing's mind like an electric shock...

His gaze instantly swept across the sword's blade and landed near the hilt. As his body sank further down, a short while later, he could see that near the hilt, there were indeed two clear divination characters engraved—"Heavenly Punishment".

This is indeed the Heavenly Punishment Sword!

However, this enormous Heavenly Punishment Sword was not an enlarged version of his own Heavenly Punishment Sword; rather, it had many differences.

The sword itself was made of a dark red material of unknown origin, resembling both crystal and metal. The broken parts of the sword, in particular, exhibited a texture similar to seashell patterns, unlike any material Zhang Jing had ever encountered.

Multiple thoughts flashed through Zhang Jing's mind, but his gaze never left the huge broken sword; he was still sinking.

His gaze passed over the hilt and began to observe the sword. The hilt was black, resembling two giant pillars intertwined and twisted. The surface of these pillars displayed distinct, interconnected patterns, and it was neither metal nor wood; at first glance, it was impossible to tell what material it was made of.

Zhang Jing's gaze continued forward along the sword hilt. He was still sinking downwards, his eyes following the two giant pillars that seemed to be twisted and intertwined like the pillars supporting the sky in mythology. After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a change ahead...

At the end of the sword hilt, Zhang Jing witnessed a sight that deeply shocked him! It was a head as enormous as a mountain, attached to the pommel of the sword. The skull was covered in jagged, horned bone fragments, densely packed with long and short horns like crimson thorns, as if adorned with a crown. And the two intertwined, twisted pillars that Zhang Jing had seen forming the hilt were actually the two largest and longest pillars extending from the top of this colossal head.

What on earth is this head?!

The moment I saw the head, an overwhelming sense of oppression, several times stronger than before, washed over me, as if some voice were singing from afar:

"Glory to Leonis!"

A tyrannical and greedy prince,

He is watching.