Cangguang!
Jiang Sheng looked up and saw that the scabbard measured roughly two chi and seven cun in length. Its surface was mottled with rust, showing little sign of anything extraordinary, and the scabbard itself was damaged in many places.
On the scabbard, Jiang Sheng could even clearly distinguish the wounds left by many kinds of magical treasures and weapons: punctures from swords, cuts from sabers, tears inflicted by fly whisks, and dents hammered in by heavy weapons.
There were no fewer than seventeen kinds of such marks!
This single scabbard revealed just how desperate the Sanxuan Dao Sect's final predicament had been during the previous primordial cycle.
One could imagine what Dao Lord Taixuan had faced back then. Even an ambush on all ten sides could hardly describe it.
From fortune at its zenith, towering over all heavens, to fortune in decline, with a pack of wolves devouring a tiger-through this scabbard, Jiang Sheng witnessed firsthand the devastation of waning fortune and the terror of wolves tearing into a tiger.
"This is the scabbard of the sword worn by Dao Lord Taixuan Suichen Hengji, the head of the Sanxuan Dao Sect during the previous primordial cycle?!"
Demon Venerable Jinzhao cautiously stepped forward to examine the relic.
Demon Venerable Niu Fen opened his bovine eyes even wider, as though beholding some rare marvel. "Truly extraordinary."
Watching the two Demon Venerables, Fuyun Immortal Monarch leaned toward Jiang Sheng's ear. "Brother Lingyuan, would you believe that if this weren't Dao Lord Taixuan's sword scabbard, but mine, these two old ghosts would wear entirely different expressions?"
Jiang Sheng nodded without saying much. He could already tell from Demon Venerable Jinzhao's and Demon Venerable Niu Fen's faces that neither had perceived what made this relic wondrous or precious. They had approached merely because they