"I can't hold it anymore!"
At the foot of Lingyu Mountain, the white sword in Liu Fuyu's hand shook violently, splitting the web between her thumb and forefinger as blood seeped out.
For some reason, the spirit of Hu had suddenly gone mad, struggling desperately, trying to reach somewhere else.
Its sword bearer was clearly right before it!
"Why had it suddenly become like this?"
Yu Zhiwen and Moon Palace Slave stood to one side, their faces filled with confusion.
Among the ancient swords, the Twelve Swords of the Sword Tower were some of the few that had not been branded with an Emperor Venerable Seal.
Their duties were twofold: one, to represent the Sword Ancestor's identity; two, to guard the Sword Tower. Naturally, they could not abandon their posts at anyone's command.
Yet when the Mysterious Gate atop the distant mountain opened, Hu went mad—even though it was a sword that not even Ba Zunan could command? "Famous Sword Twenty-One was passed down by the Sword Ancestor."
"The Twelve Swords of the Sword Tower guard the Sword Tower."
"Ba Zunan pointed open the Mysterious Gate and is about to receive the Sword Ancestor's inheritance. Hu's abnormality may be related to the Sword Ancestor and the Sword Tower?"
After pondering it, Yu Zhiwen spoke, immediately reaching this conclusion.
Coupled with what Dao Qiongchang had said earlier, perhaps it was even more closely linked to the Devil Ancestor's spirit sealed within the Sword Tower, as well as Hu's displacement from its post? "It's the Sword Tower!"
Liu Fuyu bit down hard, hatred flashing in her eyes.
From the spirit of Hu's frantic struggle, she could vaguely sense its intentions. "It wants to go back, but it also doesn't want to go back. Two wills are alternating back and forth, struggling amid