But when he looked closely, he discovered that the Witch-Slaying Sword before him had long since been utterly remade, as different from its former self as cloud from mud.
In his memory, this sword had originally been a vicious weapon forged by devouring living souls:
Its entire body had been wreathed in bone-eroding baleful qi, and the moment it left its sheath, Black Cloud would blanket the sun;
Within a thousand miles, all living beings would lose their senses and become puppets that knew only slaughter;
It had been a peerless fiendish weapon that wounded enemies—and devoured its master even more!
Back then, if not for the two brothers' Dao hearts being as hard as iron and their profound cultivation, and the protection of the Demon Race's Heavenly Court at the height of its fortune, they would never have dared to offer up such a violent sword.
At the time, the Demon Race had already been driven to the brink. Forging this sword had merely been a desperate gamble with their lives.
After all, given the situation back then, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had successively entered the realm of Quasi-Saint Great Perfection.
If they were further bolstered by the complete inheritance of the "Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation,"
then even if the two brothers joined forces and led hundreds of millions of demons in forming the Grand Formation of the Stars, they likely would have struggled to withstand the Witch Race's world-destroying edge.
Therefore, they could only strike first.
Yet now, this sword was suffused with green light, merit flowing through it, the destiny of the Human Race entwined around its blade.
It appeared upright and majestic, every inch the immortal treasure of one who had transcended the mortal and entered the sacred;
Its Sword Qi was clear and