The Heavenly Sword must not be lightly drawn.
Unless it was the final desperate moment, cultivators below the Primordial Spirit stage were strictly forbidden from swinging it with full force.
These were all taboos for a Heavenly Sword Envoy.
Wang Qi had known this beforehand, so he did not draw his sword immediately. Rising to his feet, he said, "Dean, please rest assured. I know the weight of this matter."
Then, he did something utterly baffling.
He reversed the sword, gripping its hilt and holding it upside down, looking as though he intended to stab his own heart with the sheathed Heavenly Sword.
Then, he really did stab himself.
The Heavenly Sword entered his body. Feng Xingchong and the others who had come to witness the ceremony were terrified, having no idea what Wang Qi was doing. Chen Youjia, on the other hand, remained calm. "Looks like he's playing some new trick again..."
Deng Jiaxian watched Wang Qi's actions. He was a Free and Unfettered Cultivator, his perception intimately linked with the surrounding environment. The gravitational distortion caused by the Beast Mechanism had been unable to deceive him from the start. Thus, he had not thought Wang Qi was trying to commit suicide or harm himself.
The Beast Mechanism distorted space, creating a two-meter-thick interlayer. The sheathed Heavenly Sword pierced into that interlayer. The Beast Mechanism moved. Everyone saw only a few tiny wrinkles appear on Wang Qi's clothes, which had originally been as smooth as though freshly ironed. Then even those wrinkles vanished.
The Heavenly Sword seemed to have been swallowed whole.
Only then did everyone gain a rough idea of what "good material" meant when applied to Wang Qi.
The Heavenly Sword possessed astonishing mass. Under ordinary circumstances, gravity could be diverted through other-dimensional space, deceiving gravity itself,