The Blood Sword fragment kept emanating Baleful Intent.
What kind of vast and pure Killing Intent was it that could make even someone like Fang Che, who possessed the world's top-tier Killing Intent, feel his hair stand on end and his spirit grow unstable?
Three pieces of Divine Phaseless Jade in Fang Che's arms began to glow faintly together.
They devoured it desperately.
The Killing Intent and Baleful Intent that emerged were continuously swallowed into the Divine Phaseless Jade.
But far too much had emerged in this wave.
Although the three pieces of Divine Phaseless Jade desperately devoured it, they could only absorb most of it. A small portion had already dispersed, rapidly rising through the thick layers of soil.
Fang Che swiftly arranged things, erasing every trace that the Evil Sword had ever existed.
He collected the Evil Sword's remains, which could not be burned to ash no matter how fiercely they were burned. He even collected the traces of burning and the layers of soil.
After inspecting everything,
he created some traces in another direction.
In the middle, he tossed down an ancient-looking meditation cushion that looked as though a single breath could reduce it to ash.
He made quite a few other arrangements as well.
Then he infused spiritual energy into the Eagle Beak Chisel and used it to write four lines of poetry on the wall.
"Farewell, crossing of yin and yang,
Again crossing the bridge of life and death;
With a long cry, I charge into azure heaven,
Plucking my sword, I stride across the blue sky!"
Below that, he wrote: "If some young man of later generations comes here, know that the inheritance lies..."
At this point, he smashed the wall apart with a crack, making it look as though it had naturally collapsed