"Could a slash of my Heavenly Blade intent truly help you find release, Senior?"
Xiang Yang considered himself widely learned, especially an expert in matters of martial arts. Yet the Sword God's current state was simply too strange and bizarre. If he acted rashly without first understanding it, he might not only fail to help, but cause enormous harm.
He knew his own strength well. Even if his full-force Heavenly Blade strike contained only blade intent, its power would still be unmatched. If he accidentally cut down the Sword God outright, the fault would be his.
Half of the Sword God's aged face was slack with loose flesh drooping down. His clouded eyes abruptly erupted with Divine Radiance, shooting three feet beyond his body. Their awe-inspiring force was untouchable as he said boldly,
"Ha ha, Heavenly Blade, do you think my cultivation, Sikong Xuan's cultivation, was gained for nothing? Go ahead and act without restraint. If I say it will work, then it will work.
"Actually, if the Demon Emperor were willing to help me, he could likewise free me. Unfortunately, he would only wish for me to remain ever more lost between my two selves, never to escape. Why would he help me?"
The moment he said this, Xiang Yang understood. This state was not impossible to undo; it was simply that, in the past, only one person could help the Sword God undo it—the Demon Emperor.
Now, there was one more: Xiang Yang. The root of it all was likely the threshold of the Three Pass Martial Path.
The Sword God's present condition was the sin created by the Demon Emperor, so naturally he would never lend a hand. Only Xiang Yang could save the Sword God.
As for the seven peerless Buddhist treasures of the Buddhist sect,