Awakening

Lu Jing was completely dumbfounded.

He only felt that the short blade in his hand weighed more than ten thousand catties, sticking to his hand like plaster. Releasing it was wrong, yet not releasing it was wrong too.

"Good heavens!"

Old Wu beneath the cloak was even more shocked. "The Dao weapon opened its eyes?"

They had never encountered such a sudden incident, much less seen a treasure grow organs belonging to a person.

The eyes did not look like intricate patterns or restrictions formed within it, nor like organs taken from a desolate beast and forged into the treasure. Instead, it seemed as though something truly existed there, staring fixedly at them.

A chill ran through them.

Even Lu Jing, at the late Golden Core stage, felt cold creep down his spine. He wanted nothing more than to throw away the short blade in his hand, yet he did not dare make such a move.

Nothing had happened yet, but if he threw out the treasure and the short blade came straight for him, then even his late Golden Core protective astral qi would certainly be unable to block it.

Had he not seen how the blue-robed Demon Cultivator's magic treasure had been shattered by the short blade, his body turning into pus within a few breaths?

If he let go and caused the Dao weapon to retaliate by striking him, then the consequences...

Lu Jing swallowed hard. To be safe, he had better keep holding this short blade, lest he end up like that Demon Cultivator.

They stared at each other for several seconds.

The eyeball closed.

The short blade turned back into a ring on his hand.

Lu Jing let out a long breath, nearly collapsing from exhaustion and falling from his cloud of flight.

When he