When Saine grasped the Immortal Decimating Sword, an indescribable surge of excitement and joy flowed from the immortal sword in his hand.
It was the joy of reunion.
The Immortal Decimating Sword seemed to want to tell him what it had experienced over all these years.
Within the shroud of white light, Saine gradually noticed that the grave mounds around him seemed very much like a battlefield.
Besides the fluorescent Immortal Decimating Sword in his hand, a fragment of a broken blade still lay on the ground among the surrounding grave mounds.
It was a damaged broken saber, corroded by countless years.
Time had passed for so long that even Saine found it difficult to determine what grade this broken saber had once been.
Apart from the broken saber and the Immortal Decimating Sword, everything among the surrounding grave mounds stirred Saine's desire to research them.
Of course, the Immortal Decimating Sword in his hand was the most valuable thing—and the thing that truly drew him in!
Endless, tyrannical sword energy continuously surged from Saine's hand.
At last, he understood why his sworn brother Duan Po had so often been able to challenge opponents above his level.
Especially after obtaining the Immortal Trapping Sword, the rate at which Duan Po's strength had soared could hardly be described as merely astonishing.
When they had fallen into the Space-Time Channel together, Saine and Gongsun Wudi had been utterly helpless against the pulling beam from the Despair World, with no power to resist it.
Yet in those circumstances, Duan Po had severed with a single stroke the beam that had been pulling his younger sister, Duan Ning.
Though Duan Po had been severely wounded as a result and fallen completely into the Blood-colored Space, disappearing without a trace.
In that state, Duan Po