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Pei Ling was taken aback. Before he could nod, the Yanxi City Cultivator suddenly produced a bright silver token.
The token was about the size of an adult Human Race man's palm. One side was engraved with the Cloud Seal Script character for "Order," surrounded by interwoven, archaic patterns. The other side was densely engraved with all kinds of weapons.
Besides ordinary weapons such as sabers, spears, swords, and halberds, there were all sorts of rare and strange weapons, too many to count.
Every weapon was tiny, yet the moment he looked at them, the sound of countless weapons howling—half real, half illusory—suddenly rang in his ears.
Clang!
The ringing was clear and spirited, rousing and majestic.
Pei Ling was slightly dazed, but then abruptly came to his senses. Looking again, he saw that the countless weapons had begun to move. Like swimming fish, they darted and weaved inside the token, radiating an utterly pure, razor-sharp intent, as if they could cut through the air and shatter anything.
As if sensing the token's aura, the Nine Souls Blade trembled slightly. Its vicious nature surged, and it sent out a powerful challenge.
The Yanxi City Cultivator released the token. It hovered in midair, its intent to crush pride and break weapons growing ever stronger.
"This seat... is Fu Yijin..."
"Of Yanxi City... of the Fu clan..."
"This token... is the thing entrusted to you..."
At this, the Yanxi City Cultivator sighed faintly. "This seat... couldn't resist... the demon in my heart... and turned away... from the convictions I once held..."
"I should have vanished into smoke and dust long ago..."
"To have clung to life... until now... this ending... is no injustice..."
As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes.
Fu Yijin instantly