Though he blamed the sheepskin paper aloud, deep down Fang Yue didn't blame her at all. In fact, he was very grateful for her help.
Without the sheepskin paper, he never could have defeated a Rain-grade expert. The price of using its power had always been this cruel.
It was only that, now and then, he got lucky and the part turned to sheepskin wasn't that important.
Fang Yue looked down at his right thumb. It, too, had turned to sheepskin after he'd used the sheepskin paper's power a few times before.
Fortunately, it was only his thumb, so it didn't cause any problems in his daily life.
But his heart seemed to be a much bigger problem.
His right eye had fallen uncontrollably into the [Anomaly Eye] state. That was one outward sign of it.
As for anything else, Fang Yue didn't know yet.
The only other noticeable change was that his heartbeat seemed to have slowed... becoming as sluggish as that of an animal in hibernation.
Whatever the case, the side effect of turning to sheepskin had stopped, and his condition had finally stabilized.
He gathered his thoughts and looked toward the Heavenly Sword.
It had just been lying on the ground, but was now slowly floating up. As if it had sensed Fang Yue's change, it suddenly stopped moving.
Then...
With a crack, the Heavenly Sword split in two once more and fell to the ground, motionless.
The immense sword intent vanished in an instant, too.
The divine weapon had fallen from grace, becoming no different from an ordinary piece of iron.
[It's playing dead!]
Fang Yue's mouth twitched.
The sheepskin paper had put it bluntly, but she was right.
After what had just happened, Fang Yue was certain the Heavenly Sword had a mind of its