He Ao quietly stared at the Knight Sword inside the Wooden Box. In his Spirit Vision, the sword did not possess particularly powerful Transcendent power. Only among its fine patterns were there faint remnants of scattered Twisted Patterns.
He Ao reached out, gripped the sword hilt of the Knight Sword, and lifted it.
At that instant, he felt something stir within his soul. Countless pale violet streams of light spread from the sword guard, like water flowing into a riverbed, swiftly filling the intricate patterns on the hilt.
At the same time, countless chaotic and twisted thoughts flooded into He Ao's mind—greed, jealousy, resentment...
Those distorted desires surged like erupting waves, filling He Ao's mind, flooding his body, and battering against his will.
He Ao's expression did not change. He lowered his head and looked at the Knight Sword in his hand.
After the brief yet vigorous tide of desire passed, the violet light that had spread across the blade swiftly receded, vanishing back into the sword.
At that moment, the sword no longer concealed its mystique as it had before. A certain alluring, covetable sheen faintly flickered across its cold, pale blade.
He Ao stared at the intricate patterns on the blade, wrapped his fingertips in divine consciousness, and brushed them over the edge. Then he curled his fingers and lightly flicked the blade. Amid the faint hum of the vibrating sword, he sighed softly. "An impressive design."
The Transcendent power contained within the sword itself was not particularly high. Strictly speaking, it was not actually a Transcendent Item, but a weapon forged with the aid of Transcendent power and Transcendent materials.
It did not possess any powerful or terrifying Transcendent effects, but its hardness and sharpness had likely reached a level close to that of a B-class weapon.