I gave the Patriarch a speechless look, then picked up the Tear of Creation he had handed me. Tears streamed down from above.
The tears dripped one by one onto the Illusory Radiant Treasure before sliding to the ground. To my surprise, it did not change in the slightest. I hurriedly looked at the Patriarch. "Patriarch, you wouldn't have gone on at such length just to swindle your disciple, would you?"
"That's not right... This is clearly the Tear of Creation. Could something be wrong? I remember the Tear of Creation was supposed to transform it like this... Could the ancient records be mistaken?" The Patriarch froze, his face filled with shock.
"No way... You spoke with such certainty and even told all those stories. Could it be that the goods don't match the description?" This time, I didn't know whether to cry or not cry.
"Try shedding more tears!" the Patriarch ordered.
"Even without you urging me, disciple already feels inexplicably like crying!" By then, I couldn't care about anything else. My tears flowed freely, and I cried like a child. The Tear of Creation was actually useless. How could I not cry? Besides, without this sword, wouldn't the meridians burst me to death? I'd already be dead. What use would saving the world be then?
"Not that... You're crying well enough, but make it transform!" the Patriarch said anxiously.
"I did! But it just won't listen, will it?" I was deeply frustrated as well. This thing was far too disobedient; it didn't even react in the slightest. Although the power I had injected had gathered inside it, the response was like a stone sinking into the sea. Even when I mixed the meridians in my hand into it, it had no effect at all. It couldn't form even