Chen Yuan cautiously surveyed his surroundings, his brows involuntarily furrowed.
There really didn't seem to be any changes all around, everything was a void, as if he were now in the middle of a dream. However, before Chen Yuan could ponder any further,
the chaotic scene in front of him suddenly changed.
It was an image, like a holographic projection. He saw a blurred figure of a man practicing swordsmanship in a mountain, his swordsmanship was clumsy, very ordinary.
But what really made Chen Yuan's brow raise was the mountain around the man—it looked very much like the current landscape of Emei Mountain.
The image switched rapidly, and Chen Yuan watched as the man's swordsmanship grew step by step, as though many years had passed in an instant. Afterward, the man left Emei Mountain and formally entered Jianghu.
In Jianghu, the blurred man encountered many difficulties, oppression, ambushes, betrayal, numerous calamities accompanied him, but he never gave up.