This Sword Artifact, whose foundations were anything but ordinary, sensed the moment Qi WuHuo's Primordial Spirit was hooked away and immediately followed after him. But because of the Underworld deity's unique Divine Travel Thousand Miles technique, it couldn't catch up for a time. Still, tracking the Primordial Spirit's aura, it eventually followed close behind.
Now, faced with so many ghosts and so much flesh, its greed finally surfaced, revealing the sword's ferocious nature.
It wanted to devour these countless ghosts.
The young Daoist paused and looked up. "You mustn't."
The sword's ringing paused.
'Aren't you trapped?'
The young Daoist's spirit pushed back with unprecedented force.
The ghosts here were all people from the Human World who had died and been escorted here by the messengers of the dead. For this sword to devour their flesh and souls was no different from slaughtering a city in the mortal realm, devouring the flesh and annihilating the souls to forge a weapon. Qi WuHuo paused, his gaze cool as he watched the utterly ferocious sword.
Its vicious nature did not fade.
The sword rang sharply.
In its mind, this Daoist named Qi WuHuo was simply a great opportunity, one that would bring it endless flesh.
The two benefited each other.
It had followed Qi WuHuo here today only because its "experience" told it that following the young Daoist meant there would be plenty of flesh to eat. If it had truly been protecting its master, it would have drawn itself long before those chains fell, then cleaved straight through the famed Soul Reaping Rope.
Now, it was only asking.
'I'm only asking. Whether to eat or not is up to me.'
'Even if you object, I'll eat all the same.'
The sword's ferocity flared. The young Daoist bent the ring and little fingers