Fall: Rebirth

Time flows slowly and silently like the sand in an hourglass. Before we know it, night has quietly fallen, like a huge black curtain covering the whole world.

Everything was silent, the whole world was immersed in a deep sleep, and the surroundings were quiet and peaceful, like a tranquil ink painting. Only occasionally came a few unrecognizable low calls of animals, like notes in a nocturne, slightly breaking the tranquil atmosphere.

However, Ling Han seemed not to hear it and still sat there steadily, like a towering mountain, completely immersed in his vast ocean of consciousness.

At this moment, a thrilling storm was brewing in Ling Han's mind, like surging waves, one higher than the other.

He held the sword in his hand, and his movements were as fast and sharp as lightning, just like a meteor across the night sky.

His figure was as erratic as a ghost, and every time he swung the sword in his hand, it was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, as if to tear the entire space into pieces.

Even his expression became as cold as ice, with a hint of the night, like a messenger from the underworld, exuding a heart-pounding aura.

In the real world, Hill, Yan Luo and Chu Heng were already sitting around a blazing bonfire.

The flames jumped and flickered like cheerful elves, dancing in the night sky, reflecting their slightly tired faces.

Every once in a while, they would unconsciously turn their heads to look in the direction of Ling Han, with expressions of concern and expectation in their eyes.

As time passed, the night deepened and the atmosphere around them became more and more solemn, as if a heavy rock was pressing on their hearts.

The three of them were in a very heavy mood. They silently watched Ling Han who was in meditation, as if they were guarding a precious gem.

"Why hasn't Ling Han woken up yet?" Hill couldn't help but yawning lightly as he spoke. There was a hint of fatigue and anxiety in his voice, like a leaf blown down by the autumn wind, gently falling to the ground, looking so helpless and fragile.

Chu Heng couldn't help but lower his head in deep thought, his hands tapping unconsciously on his knees, as if he was trying to suppress his inner uneasiness. The tapping sound echoed in the silent air, making people feel particularly depressed.

Yan Luo glanced at Ling Han who was not far away, then retracted her gaze and fell on Chu Heng's thoughtful face. Her expression also revealed a trace of uneasiness, and she thought to herself: "Why hasn't Brother Han woken up for so long?"

The uneasy feeling was like an invisible rope, tightly binding Yan Luo's heart, making her feel extremely painful and anxious.

In an instant, the sword in Ling Han's mind's hand emitted a strange light, like a bright meteor streaking across the night sky. Then, in reality, he suddenly opened his eyes as if he had been electrocuted, and let out a light cry. The sword in his mind actually appeared in his hand.

A "bang" sound, crisp and loud, like a deafening thunder, tearing the silence of the night.

The loud noise not only broke the silence of the night, but also hit Hill hard like a heavy hammer, causing his yawning to stop abruptly.

Hill's body instantly stiffened, as if he had been cast under a spell, and he quickly turned his head and looked at Ling Han with a sharp gaze. His mouth was still slightly open, and the sleepiness on his face receded like a tide, replaced by an expression of astonishment and confusion, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

After hearing the noise, Chu Heng and Yan Luo stood up from the fire in unison and unconsciously took two steps forward. Their eyes were like two sharp lightning bolts, tightly locking onto Ling Han, afraid of missing any details.

Chu Heng's hands involuntarily tightened the brocade bag at his waist, his fingers trembling slightly. His body leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to see Ling Han's every move more clearly.

Yan Luo's eyes were shining brightly, full of surprise and anticipation. She stood on tiptoe, leaned forward slightly, and clenched her hands involuntarily, as if cheering for Ling Han.

Ling Han's body jumped up in an instant like a nimble cheetah. He pushed his feet hard and rushed into the air like an arrow, waving the sword in his hand like a storm.

In an instant, the sword light was like a dazzling lightning, flickering, like countless silver poisonous snakes dancing wildly in the air, dazzling people and making it difficult to keep up with its speed.

His movements were as natural and smooth as flowing clouds. Every time he swung his sword, he carried with him a thunderous momentum, as if he was going to tear the whole world in half. The muscles in his arms were tense, and his veins were bulging. Every time he swung his sword, it was as if he had used up all his strength. That power was as surging as a volcanic eruption, unstoppable.

Ling Han was as light as a swallow, and he turned quickly in the air. The long sword in his hand drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then slashed straight forward with the force of thunder. His movements were smooth and powerful, and every tiny movement showed his superb mastery and ease of use of swordsmanship.

With a crisp "crack" sound, a huge tree in the distance was accurately chopped down to the ground by Ling Han's sword energy.

The power of this sword was astonishing. Not only did it cut off the thick tree trunk, but it also caused the surrounding air to vibrate violently due to the powerful impact of the sword energy, as if the entire space was shaking.

Ling Han landed steadily on the ground, breathing heavily, with beads of sweat covering his forehead. His face was slightly pale, but his eyes revealed a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.