<h4>Chapter 1203: Wealthy Schr, Lost Swordsman 2</h4> <h4><strong>Trantor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio <strong> Editor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio</h4>


    “Oh? What is it?” The schr was quite interested.


    “The Space-Time Gate!”


    After the Bard finished his sentence, he let out a long sigh.


    “But I think you won’t be able to find it. The Space-Time Gate can travel through all space and time. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be sealed in the ‘Negative n Gate’ forbidden grounds in the Central Region.”


    “I have all the insights, but I don’t have the slightest practical ability. I’m really sorry that I can’t help you.”


    After hearing this, the schr fell into deep thought.


    “Your words have triggered some of my memories…”


    “The Space-Time Gate shouldn’t be in the Negative n Gate n anymore…”


    He muttered in a low voice.


    After a long time, he lowered his head and took off a small trinket on his neck that was pierced through by a ck thread. He handed it over and asked, “Do you recognize this item?”


    The Bard took over the small trinket and discovered that it was a small wooden sculpture the size of two thumbnails. Its workmanship was inferior.


    It was shaped like a door.


    The words on it were crooked and had the word “Space-time” engraved.


    “…”


    Upon seeing this, the alley suddenly fell into dead silence.


    The Bard held the wooden sculpture and raised his head to look at the schr, wondering if he was joking.


    However, he discovered that the schr looked back with an earnest and determined gaze. Moreover, his expression was filled with genuine curiosity.


    What did he mean?!


    The Bard freaked out, and his expression became unnatural. The corner of his mouth twitched. “If I’m not wrong, Hmm I guess it… It shouldn’t be the ‘Space-Time Gate’? Instead, it should be a… Fake protective talisman?”


    The hope on the schr’s face immediately turned into disappointment.


    The Bard was shocked when he saw this.


    He’s such a one-of-a-kind person.


    Was it because he hadn’t been exposed to the darkness of this earthly world since he was young?


    How could he be so naive?


    It’s just a wooden sculpture, yet he was serious about it… What kind of ridiculous answer was he expecting from me?!


    Seeing the schr taking back the wooden sculpture with waning interest, the Bard suddenly felt helpless.


    “Oh right.”


    He seemed to have thought of something and stopped being entangled in the past matter. He quickly chewed the whole of the apple and swallowed it down. Then, he said solemnly.


    “I haven’t asked your name. I can’t help you with anything else, but if you want to get some fame, I can help you write a poem or something in the future to spread it.”


    “Something like ‘Doggie poetry’?” The schr said with a smile as he tied back his precious pendant.


    “Ugh!” The Bard’s expression froze, and he scratched his head. “That’s just the tip of the iceberg of my strength!”


    “That’s fine.” The schr waved his hand and refused. He took a step forward and was about to leave.


    “You can’t expect me to not repay you without a name, right?” The Bard shouted at his back.


    This caused the schr to stop in his tracks.


    He did not turn his head, and his tone was calm as usual. “If you want to repay me, then do it your way. I do not ask for anything as I do not seek worldly fame… For your information, my name is Kong Yuhen.”


    Kong Yuhen?


    The Bard held the vegetable leaves in his mouth and thought this was a foolish name.


    However, as he thought deeply about it, he realized that it made an excellent sentence that was utterly different from his usual way of needing to think hard.


    The Bard was filled with inspiration.


    He did not care, as he would have this kind of thought from time to time. He immediately shook his head and chanted.


    “What do you think of this sentence? It will definitely help you increase your fame…”


    “In the drunken moon, there is a lingering hatred, Kong Yu… Urgh!”


    The voice suddenly stopped.


    The Bard seemed to have thought of something. His pupils constricted, and his legs and stomach began to tremble.


    When he looked up again, the elegant schr had disappeared without a trace.


    He stared at the corner of the alley, the alley’s entrance, looked up at the sky, and finally at the ground…


    The Bard pursed his lips and stared in disbelief.


    “Kong Yuhen?”


    “Is he that Kong Yuhen?”


    …


    The ce was shrouded in clouds and mist.


    From what he remembered, it looked like heaven.


    However, he saw a run-down giant stone tablet, an ancient building’s walls filled with traces of the vicissitudes of time, and the moss-covered pavement that had been deserted…


    Swordsman holding the sword, Gu Qingyi fell into deep thought.


    He stood there in a daze as time flew.


    However, he still had that question in his mind ever since he first arrived at this ce.


    “What the hell is this ce?”


    Everything had transformed from when the ancient gate was pushed open in the deep sea.


    After Gu Qingyi was dragged into the ancient gate, it was as if he had entered another dimension.


    He was not unwilling to leave, but it was a little tricky. In addition, his mind was a little muddled, so he had to stop and think about some things.


    The gravity of this ce was at least a hundred times stronger than that of the Shengshen continent. The weak body of the swordsman could hardly move.


    The disappearance of the deep sea’s Spell Forbidden Barrier meant that this ce should not be in the deep sea. Gu Qingyi could also use the little spiritual source in his energy reserve.


    However, all of this made him even more confused.


    “Is that a teleportation gate?”


    “What should I do now?”


    “Second Junior Brother is still waiting for me on Lone Cliff. He won’t scold me when he gets tired of waiting, right? Hismunication device can’t be used anymore, and I can’t seem to contact Supreme Master either…”


    “What the hell is this ce?!”


    A feeling of loneliness spread across the streets of the mottled ancient city gate.


    Gu Qingyi faintly felt that this feeling was somewhat familiar.


    He was shocked.


    Because when he was in Dongtianwang city, whenever he raised his head to look at the Sky City that covered the sky, he would also have this strange feeling.


    “Could it be that this is Sky City?”


    “Abyss Ind? Foreign Ind?”


    Gu Qingyi was astounded.


    He couldn’t imagine that the gate in the deepest part of the deep sea was actually connected to Abyss Ind at the highest point of the sky.


    The two were pr opposites, and it seemed they would never intersect.


    But now…


    Ridiculous. Wasn’t this the urate portrayal of everything that happened in Dongtianwang City after the appearance of Sky City?


    “I have to move…”


    Gu Qingyi moved forward with heavy footsteps. He did not run into the distance immediately. Instead, he came to a shabby stone tablet a dozen steps away with incredible difficulty.


    He hesitated for a moment before reaching out his hand. He wanted to wipe away the moss and dust on the stone tablet, but he felt there might be a danger in doing so.


    “Clink!”


    The demonic sword Yuelian was pulled out slightly. The de was only a finger away from the scabbard. “Swoosh swoosh swoosh,” slicing sounds rang out in the air.


    The de was back in the scabbard, and the dust and moss on the stone tablet rolled down, revealing its actual appearance.


    “Abyss Ind!”


    These three wordspletely shattered Gu Qingyi’sst hope.


    He was somewhat happy but also rather anxious.


    He was d that it was the Sky City where everyone yearned to be. Whoever reached it first would definitely be able to find more opportunities.


    He was worried that even though he had entered this ce, there was no way to return home. Even if he obtained more opportunities, it would be futile if he died on Abyss Ind. What choice does he have?


    Gu Qingyi thought as he walked past the stone tablet on Abyss Ind.


    Not long after, he stopped because he saw that on the back of the stone tablet, there were many scratches.


    When he got closer, he saw many… tiny names on it?


    Gu Qingyi didn’t recognize some of them, so he ignored them.


    When he swept his gaze over them, other than those he didn’t recognize, he could also see many characters that only appeared in the past.


    “Hua Weiyang, Chengxue, ckie, Feng Wuhen…”


    “Oh my! What does this mean? All these seniors of the Way of the Sword have been here before?”


    Gu Qingyi’s face was filled with shock.


    If it was an outsider, they might not be able to recognize these names.


    However, he was the sessor of the Burial Sword Tomb. Not only did he learn the Way of the Sword, but he also knew its history.


    It was rumored that the holy swordsman in the Eastern Region, Gu Louying, had Nine Major Sword Saints under him.


    Among them, the great swordsman saint, Hua Weiyang, had extremely high attainments in the Fantasy Sword Technique. He had even created new ones, almost surpassing the holy swordsman.


    As for the remaining few…


    Chengxue.


    He was also one of the Nine Major Sword Saints at that time. After he was identally killed by his good friend, he used his saber as a tombstone. He became the famous swordsman of theter generations, “Epitaph of City Snow.”


    This good friend of his was called “ckie.” He walked the path of killing and had cultivation deviation all year round. He was also the first sword-bearer of the vicious sword with the Fourth Sword.


    As for this “Feng Wuhen”…


    n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    In the history of the Way of the Sword, he was the only swordsman who hadpeted with the holy swordsman, Gu Louying, for the title of “Holy Swordsman.” Ultimately, he was defeated but still gained the reputation of “Holy Swordsman Feng Wuhen.”


    Feng Tingchen, one of the Seven Sword Deity in the world, should be the direct descendant of the holy swordsman, Feng Wuhen…


    When Gu Qingyi thought of this, he was utterly stunned.


    He used to listen to the history of the Way of the Sword as if it was a novel.


    Looking at this monument before him, those characters and history in the past might really exist, for real?