Xu Xiaoji watched himself slowly returning to the crack from which the Fourth Sword's Sacrificial Carving had shattered—that warm birthplace, the origin of the Fourth Sword's spirit!
He finally realized that he was merely a means of self-rescue for the origin of the Fourth Sword's spirit,
a sub-spirit of the sword spirit that had split away when the Cardinal Wheel was absent after being sealed for decades,
a fleeting self-conscious entity sent on a mission to find the next sword-bearer, yet an unwitting attachment,
an accidental passerby who happened to delight in the secular world and stray into it due to the successive sword-bearers' cultivation of the Red Dust Sword, but one who was destined to leave the secular world behind.
When the Fourth Sword finally found its sword-bearer, and the bond of affection between itself and the sword-bearer was strong enough for Heavenly Unravel, it was time for that Heavenly Unravel.
That dreamlike illusion should now be broken.
