Chapter 385: The One Who Wields This Sword Will Rule the World
Fei Yan’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Did that sword catch up to it?”
The sound of metal clashing was indeed the result of the Chiyou Magic Sword colliding with the chains on the Chiyou Demon Spirit.
Li Mo remained calm, saying, “It caught up, but it was just a brief confrontation. Although the location of the sound exceeded his perception range, it was clear with a little thought. The chains trailing behind the Chiyou Demon Spirit were like its long hair.”
Even if the Chiyou Magic Sword had caught up, it wouldn’t easily slay the demon spirit. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been entangled in this chase for thousands of years.
The Chiyou Demon Spirit must have ways to avoid the sword’s entanglement.
And indeed, as Li Mo suspected, by the time the group arrived, only a thick chain floated in the air, its end neatly marked with “450.”
It was obvious it had been severed by a sharp tool!
This was Li Mo’s first close-up look at the chain.
From the material of the chain, it resembled the bronze of the massive gate they had entered through—also made of bronze.
The surface was covered in rust, giving off a sense of the passage of time.
“This chain should belong to the eighty-one War Demon Gods. After they were destroyed by the Lady of the Nine Heavens, they were forged into this bronze gate and these chains to imprison the Chiyou Demon Spirit,” the Moon Goddess said as she examined the chain beside Li Mo.
“Correct,” Li Mo nodded in agreement with her deduction.
They had been in Loulan for over a month now. During this time, he often conversed with the Loulan Saintess, who had shared all her knowledge with him.
Each of the eighty-one War Demon Gods was immensely huge. Since the Lady of the Nine Heavens had melted down eighty of them, it would be impossible for such a vast amount of material to produce only a single gate.
In fact, the chains on the Chiyou Demon Spirit took up most of those materials.
Originally, the Chiyou Demon Spirit had been locked in this space by countless bronze chains.
However, over the years, it had freed itself from the restraints and now roamed freely in this space—partly to avoid the suppression of the Chiyou Magic Sword, and partly to find a way out!
With only one severed chain left behind, the Chiyou Demon Spirit and the Chiyou Magic Sword had both disappeared.
Li Mo amplified his sensory abilities to the maximum but could find no trace of either.
Finally, he opened his eyes and slowly shook his head. “It ran away.”
This space was inscrutable, but the Chiyou Demon Spirit had evaded capture for thousands of years, making it far more familiar with the area than they were as newcomers.
Having lost the trail, they were now at a disadvantage.
Wei Zhuang, who had remained silent, suddenly brightened as he scanned the dark surroundings. With a finger pointed ahead, he said, “The sword is over there!”
The others turned to follow his指direction.
Indeed, they saw a golden sword floating in the distance.
The sword emanated a peaceful aura, vastly different from the malevolence one would expect from a magical sword.
They couldn’t make out the specific details of the long sword, but they could clearly distinguish that the glow matched the golden light that had flickered by earlier.
“It is indeed that sword!”
A look of shock appeared on the Moon Goddess’s serene face.
Whoever could acquire such a sword, one capable of sending the Chiyou Demon Spirit fleeing in panic, would undoubtedly become invincible in the world!
She couldn’t help but think this way, not to mention Wei Zhuang, a true swordsman.
A superb sword could elevate a swordsman’s skills to another level.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many swordsmen clamoring for renowned swords out there.
The Ghost Valley only takes in two disciples at a time, one for vertical techniques and the other for horizontal techniques.
When both disciples master their swordsmanship, they will eventually face off in a decisive duel.
The winner is the only one who can learn the complete path of vertical and horizontal sword techniques.
And the loser? Only death awaits!
Wei Zhuang had always been confident in himself; he believed he would emerge victorious no matter what.
And now, the strongest divine weapon in the world was right before them.
As a swordsman, how could he not be tempted?
He even felt as if the magical sword glowing in the distance was calling out to him!
“I’m going to check it out!”
Wei Zhuang’s eyes fixated strangely on the magical sword, and he unknowingly took a step forward.
Li Mo calmly said, “Wait.”
This sword’s appearance was too abrupt, with many unreasonable aspects.
Yet Wei Zhuang looked like a traveler dying of thirst in the desert upon seeing a water source; all he could see was that glimmering sword, completely ignoring Li Mo’s words.
Before anyone could react, he lunged forward like a wild horse breaking free.
Fei Yan furrowed her brows slightly, sensing something unusual about Wei Zhuang.
His character was usually cold and arrogant, and few could catch his attention.
Li Mo was among those few.
There was no way Wei Zhuang would ignore him.
Besides, this place was fraught with danger; even if Wei Zhuang yearned for the sword, he wouldn’t act recklessly.
“Something’s off with Wei Zhuang; stay where you are!”
Li Mo’s heart sank, his expression changing immediately.
He realized this as well.
Though Wei Zhuang was proud, he was never reckless.
Such behavior was incredibly out of character.
“Be careful, husband.”
Fei Yan could only warn as Li Mo dashed after Wei Zhuang.
Meanwhile, Wei Zhuang had already covered nearly a hundred meters towards the golden light in just a few breaths.
At that moment, the outlines of the Chiyou Magic Sword had become somewhat discernible.
This was a huge sword.
Bigger than the Shark Fang Sword he held, it could almost be classified as a heavy sword.
The blade was as wide as a hand and taller than a person.
It quietly hovered a hundred meters away, as if waiting for someone to pick it up.
Wei Zhuang’s heart raced suddenly as an unprecedented surge of excitement flooded over him.
If he obtained this sword, he would easily surpass his senior brother Gai Nie, becoming the next Master of Ghost Valley and learning the complete path of vertical and horizontal sword techniques.
Feeling enchanted, Wei Zhuang didn’t have time to think or consider the dangers ahead.
As long as he could grab the sword, what danger could there possibly be?
Even the Chiyou Demon Spirit had been forced to retreat in disarray; was there anything more dangerous than that lurking here?
“Wei Zhuang, stop!”
Just as Wei Zhuang was about to leap closer to the magical sword, Li Mo’s booming voice suddenly rang out from behind.
Wei Zhuang’s pupils contracted, but then he returned to his daze.
It was as if he hadn’t heard Li Mo’s shout, as he dove toward the sword.
Li Mo also rushed forward, closing the distance in no time.
Seeing that Wei Zhuang was indifferent to his warning, Li Mo realized something was seriously wrong and reached out to pull him back, only to find the space in front of Wei Zhuang undulating like the surface of water.
In the next instant, Wei Zhuang vanished right before his eyes!
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