Ever since coming to this world, Xiang Yang had been lonely and solitary—not only because he was a visitor from another world, but because he carried secrets with no one to share them with.
Now, before Demon Sword, who was about to become his mortal enemy, he poured out his heart. The long-suppressed gloom within him drained away all at once, and his entire bearing underwent a sudden transformation.
Like a mirror veiled in a fine layer of dust that had been wiped clean, he became pure and lucid, without the slightest impurity. Xiang Yang's entire body even seemed to be radiating light. This was no illusion, but a transformation perceived by Demon Sword's primordial spirit.
Naturally, Xiang Yang felt utterly unburdened after revealing his greatest secret, but Demon Sword was deeply shaken. A greedy evil thought rose uncontrollably in his heart. Looking at Xiang Yang, half doubtful and half probing, he asked:
"Is that true? Looking across all of antiquity and the present, there seems to have been no treasure capable of such a thing. Is Heavenly Saber jesting with me?"
The Calamity of the Three Gates had trapped countless peerless geniuses throughout the ages. Some had even become crazed and mad over it. Demon Sword himself had long been troubled by it, without any solution.
Yet Xiang Yang had possessed such immense fortune as to receive a heaven-bestowed treasure. It was truly hard to believe, yet it also explained Xiang Yang's extraordinary progress, far beyond ordinary men, as well as this decision of his that appeared exceptionally unwise.
Because he possessed a heaven-bestowed treasure, he could accomplish what others could not, becoming a powerhouse comparable to Demon Sword in mere decades. Because he possessed a heaven-bestowed treasure, Xiang Yang had absolute confidence that after breaking through the true