"Xia Ruize was right, Li Poxiao. These twelve chapters of the Heaven Sword are safe when separated, but dangerous when combined. You can't possibly use the Dao Transformation Technique to control them every moment of every day—not even while sleeping—to keep them from corroding your brain and altering your meridians. Sooner or later, their slow devouring will turn you into a sword spirit." I didn't want Li Poxiao taking the twelve chapters of the Heaven Sword, either. This was a thunderbolt waiting to explode. While I was here, it was still manageable; after all, I had entered the Chaos Realm and could put up a fight against Li Poxiao, who had now swallowed the twelve fragments. But apart from me, who else could deal with him?
Xia Ruize was probably the person least willing to see Li Poxiao swallow the twelve fragments. That would mean Li Poxiao had the final say over the lands of the Far West.
"Since I can suppress these twelve fragments, what difficulty would controlling them pose? You two needn't trouble yourselves. I'm taking these twelve fragments with me, without fail. As for this Heaven Sword, I'll put it into hibernation. If you're worried, just put it in a scabbard. As for where to keep it, put it wherever you please." Li Poxiao spoke with grim resolve.
Xia Ruize gave a cold laugh. "Li Poxiao, even you probably don't believe what you're saying. With these twelve chapters of the Heaven Sword, controlling the Heaven Sword will be as easy as turning over your hand. If you summon the sword back one day, none of us can be sure we'll be able to stop it! So the important thing is that no one person can take the twelve chapters of the Heaven Sword away! Otherwise, none of