Lu Feng pulled Ling Tian's long saber from the giant stone wall. The instant it landed in his hand, a surge of Nether Qi rushed straight at his face, stirring the Demonic Nature deep within him until it began to seethe faintly.
Once the aura settled, the hand gripping the hilt felt an indescribable warmth and gentleness wash over it. The restless Demonic Nature seemed to be suppressed by that warmth.
Lu Feng could not help marveling at the saber's material. Before he could inspect it closely, a sudden disturbance came from the Ancient Desolation Altar within the Kirin Ring.
It had actually whetted Heaven Nurturing Rare Essence's "appetite."
Lu Feng could not help smiling. That lump of black sludge had not shown any fondness for weapons in a long time, yet it had unexpectedly taken an interest in Ling Tian's long saber.
For this, Lu Feng could only be a hard-hearted master and turn a blind eye to its yearning.
After suppressing Heaven Nurturing Rare Essence's "craving," Lu Feng turned his gaze toward the hilt in his hand, now freed of its black cloth wrappings. He saw several intricate and bizarre patterns engraved upon it. They resembled formation markings, yet not quite.
With the thought of testing whether Ling Tian had left behind any clues, Lu Feng gathered a thread of spiritual energy and sent it into the patterns. Seeing no response, he tried probing them one by one with Five Elements Qi, but there was still no reaction whatsoever.
Only when his Soul Consciousness entered did the entire blade tremble lightly.
"These patterns... they can actually gather souls!"
Lu Feng exclaimed in amazement. He was certain that the Soul Consciousness he had just sent out had been drawn into those patterns. Moreover, during the process, he sensed an