I reclaimed the path of Dreamlike Illusion, leaving all the immortals utterly dumbfounded. In the end, the divine sword transformed into a thread of light and flowed into my first meridian, converging with the divine ability channel into a single line!
When I summoned it out again, its golden radiance once more blossomed into a gentle glimmer. Looking at the divine sword, straight as a ruler, with only a simple crossguard decorating its hilt, I laughed and said, "Good sword, good sword. With all that glittering golden light, it must be worth quite a bit. It'll probably bring me fortune, too. From now on... how about I call you Prosperity?"
The moment I gave it that name, Jiang Ruoyin immediately objected. "I'm saying, can you get any more vulgar?"
Jun Yishuo also smiled, then shook his head. "This sword's true name is Dreamlike Illusion. Are you really going to change it to Prosperity now?"
"Great vulgarity is great elegance. Who knows whether it's called Dreamlike Illusion? It's not written anywhere. But from now on, it's definitely called Prosperity." I smiled, and the Prosperity Sword happily rolled about in my hand.
No one had expected me to subdue a divine sword so quickly. Even a whole group of bald monks regretted it until their guts turned green. After all, having someone claim it and not having anyone subdue it were two entirely different things. Once it had a master, the only way to seize such a treasured sword was to kill its owner. If it had not yet been subdued, then merely disrupting the process would turn it into an ownerless object again. That was why the monks had stated the facts earlier: they wanted to seize the moral high ground first, so that when they snatched it later, it would