Though it looked like there were two paths, there was actually only one.
Because the first path wasn't an option.
If it had been, the Myriad Demon Sword Spirit would have picked another sword long ago, after spending all those years with Old Beggar. It wouldn't have needed to return to the Chaos Sword Tomb.
In other words, the Myriad Demon Sword Spirit could only perfectly match the Myriad Demon Sword. Choosing another Sword Artifact wouldn't be the best option for it.
Chen Changan understood this, and so did the Myriad Demon Sword.
The Myriad Demon Sword let out a cold laugh and looked sternly at Chen Changan. "I knew it. Anyone would covet my power."
"Chen Changan, you're clever, sharp-minded, and bold. You know I have only one choice."
"But you have good judgment, too. You know I'm so powerful that you can't help but be tempted."
"Ah, it's my fault for being too powerful. Everyone's just—"
"Hey, don't go! What are you doing?"
The Myriad Demon Sword was still talking when it saw Chen Changan and the others turn and walk away.
"It's so damn full of hot air. Let it sit here and wait to die."
"Right? You tell it it's fat, and it starts wheezing."
"That look on its face is downright nauseating."
"Come on, let's go. Don't bother with it."
Hearing Chen Changan and the others, the Myriad Demon Sword was completely stunned.
What did they mean?
What the hell did they mean?
"Chen Changan, stop right there!"
"Weren't you the one who told me to return to my original state?"
"I told you to stop acting like a little punk. Who the hell told you to show off?"
"But I... this is just how I am in my original state. I show off like