"My little bunny that could shatter my sword embryo—how fresh." Li Guxian was quite astonished. When I looked toward the fruit, she ran a hand along the Divine Sword's blade, immediately repairing the gap that had been knocked open.
The Calamity Divine Sword's hardness was nearly the greatest among the nine sword embryos. Of the nine, only Li Poxiao's Indestructible Divine Sword could surpass it. Yet the Calamity had not shattered in my hands—it had actually cracked apart in Li Guxian's. This showed just how extraordinary this sword embryo was.
I held the half-withered fruit that had been cut open. The front had been sliced smoothly, but when the cut reached the sword embryo's shell, it had forcibly shaken the Calamity straight to the other side. That had not come without a price, though. After all, both were children of the mother tree, and a scratch had appeared on the shell as well. The sword embryo itself, however, seemed unharmed.
The outer shell was black, like withered, carbonized wood, and was therefore extremely sturdy. How to pry it open was the problem, because what I wanted was the sword embryo, not the shell. According to the records, the sword embryo should be a transparent vein of energy as small as a grain of rice. Only after it was absorbed into the body's meridians could it be cultivated, forming meridians nearly identical to those of its first user. Thus, once formed, its shape might resemble Fentian and Yanhua, Beifeng's fine wind, or Shengdao's lava.
"Shall I continue? Whether there's a sword embryo inside depends on your luck. After all, a sturdy shell doesn't mean the sword embryo inside is powerful. It might be that the sword embryo lacks a spirit and has therefore already become part of the shell's manifestation." Li