Human King

The heavy rust turned to powder and peeled away layer by layer, revealing a gleaming silver sword body, a broad, solid spine, and a sword edge as sharp as new.

"Buzz—"

The fragment and the Chengyuan Sword tugged at each other's aura. Its once deathly still body was revitalized at this moment, while faint ripples visible to the naked eye spread outward from the fragment in all directions, intertwining with the Power of Human Dao Luck emanated by the Chengyuan Sword.

The Song Clan ancestral hall was instantly shrouded in a strange domain.

Song Changsheng opened his Illusion Breaking Eye and saw wisps of kingly Dao aura permeating the area around the ancestral hall.

"Clang—"

He flicked the fragment with a finger. It gave a crisp ring, utterly different from when he had first obtained it.

Song Changsheng could clearly feel the excitement and longing emanating from within the Chengyuan Sword.

When he released it, the fragment transformed into a streak of sword light and eagerly shot toward the Chengyuan Sword, producing a clear crash.

The Chengyuan Sword began madly absorbing the Power of Human Dao Luck contained within the fragment. Even after tens of thousands of ages had passed, the faith and luck gathered upon the sword by the citizens of the Great Qi Immortal Dynasty in the past remained condensed and undispersed.

Yet the Power of Human Dao Luck, which should have been soaring, magnificent, and brimming with vitality, carried a sense of sorrow and desolation that Song Changsheng could feel—a mournful cry steeped in blood and tears.

In a daze, the scene in front of Song Changsheng suddenly changed. He saw a vast, majestic city sprawled between heaven and earth, as though it possessed the power to swallow the world whole.

All the people within the city