How—could this be—
Luo Yinglong stared blankly at the two streaks of light slicing across the sky.
As the saying went, divine swords possessed spirits. As Emei Sect's greatest treasures, the Purple and Azure Twin Swords had long transcended the realm of ordinary metal.
They were alive. They had tempers. They chose their own masters.
It was said that Ai Zhenzi, a cultivator from the Qin era, had stumbled upon these two swords by chance. Before he could reforge them, he ascended.
Thus, the swords' fiendish aura had yet to fade, and they were unruly by nature. Before ascending, Ai Zhenzi had no choice but to seal them together with two other treasures within the heart of Green Screen Peak on Wudang Mountain. He opened a sword path and laid down immortal restrictions, allowing them to pursue and battle each other day and night within the mountain, wearing away their viciousness in the process.
Once they broke through all the restrictions on their own and returned to their nest by way of the Upper Cave Sword Path, their fiendish aura would more or less be gone.
By then, the fated master of the swords should also have arrived.
Everyone on Mount Shu knew this story.
The restrictions around that treasure site were so perilous that without immense immortal fortune and luck, one would not even be able to find the entrance to the mountain.
Even in the original story, Li Yingqiong and the other had undergone trials that left them on the brink of death before finally earning the twin swords' recognition.
Luo Yinglong himself was merely a "custodian" entrusted by the elders to temporarily hold the twin swords during Mount Shu's crisis. It did not even count as borrowing them, much less refining them.
Yet now, these two divine