The old man tried more than a dozen methods, but none of them had any effect on the pitch-black Giant Sword on the ground. Furious, he cursed up a storm.
"Senior, calm down. There's no rush. Take your time. You've seen and learned so much; I'm sure you'll think of something," Bai Yang said, trying to comfort him from the side. But no matter how you looked at it, his tone sounded a little like he was enjoying the old man's misfortune.
The old man shot Bai Yang a sidelong glance, then glared at the Giant Sword on the ground and gritted his teeth. "I refuse to believe it! I'll bring you into my Sea of Consciousness world. With the power of an entire world, I refuse to believe I can't refine you!"
At that, Bai Yang's heart stirred. He hadn't expected the old man to be a divine path cultivator. He just didn't know whether the old man was at the True God Realm or the Sage Realm. The man had always kept a low profile and was mysterious as could be. Bai Yang had no idea what his true strength was.
Then Bai Yang stared in disbelief as the old man bent down and reached for the pitch-black Giant Sword on the ground!
Bai Yang's lips twitched. He looked on with an expression that said he was enjoying the show, with no intention of warning the other man.
The old man grabbed the sword's hilt, but just like Bai Yang not long ago, it was as if an ordinary person had grabbed a red-hot piece of iron. The instant he touched it, he let go.
But letting go wasn't enough. His hand instantly turned pitch-black and began to disintegrate, crumbling into ash and scattering away. The decay even