The sword was quite mysterious.
It looked like a mass of shadows, making it hard to see the blade or the hilt inside.
Still, it was possible to make out that it was a sword in the style of a Martial Arts Sword.
Actually, it wasn't hard to understand. Flourishing civilizations often exerted a tremendous pull on less advanced ones. Otherworld civilizations were primitive and savage—not just the barbarians at the bottom, but the gods who formed their upper echelons as well.
This sword had clearly been influenced by humanity.
Beneath the shadow on its surface, the sword looked quite exquisite. A round, dark-jade-like gem was set into the hilt, and intricate patterns were engraved along the blade.
If he stared at them for long, he could almost see all the patterns slowly writhing.
Chen Shouyi circled the Shadow Sword once. The whole sword gave him a sense of danger, as if it could hurt his soul.
He hesitated, then gathered his will. A dense radiance immediately shone from his body, brilliant as a diamond.
He reached out and gripped the hilt. The touch in his hand was real, and in that moment, his originally illusory body seemed to become solid.
But it lasted only an instant.
His will felt as if it had been struck hard by a heavy hammer. He seemed to hear a roar, and his will crumbled at the first touch. He released the hilt and staggered back several steps.
"What a powerful imprint of will!" Chen Shouyi thought.
He didn't take it to heart. An imprint of will like this was no more than a rootless duckweed, far weaker than the Four-armed Giant's spear.
After all, this sword couldn't have been a Divine Artifact that a Barbarian God carried around and used. It was probably