The Golden Geng Sword had reached such a level, yet it merely possessed a fair degree of liveliness and had not produced a sword spirit. Even Ye Tian found that rather surprising.
Yet this liveliness was quite spiritual. As Ye Tian took control of it, it kept struggling without pause.
Ye Tian's gaze darkened. Spiritual energy erupted from his palm and surged fiercely into the Golden Geng Sword. Golden light blazed above the sword as it gave off a humming sword cry and shook violently, attempting to resist Ye Tian's spiritual imprint and his control.
It even unleashed a wave of Sword Qi that shot toward Ye Tian.
Unfortunately, it was now ownerless. Without the Golden Armor Deity's empowerment, it was soon firmly restrained in Ye Tian's hand. Only after being washed over several times by Ye Tian's spiritual energy did it gradually settle down.
Ye Tian had no intention of making it acknowledge him as its master. There were too many bizarre things within this imperial tomb. The Golden Geng Sword might be powerful, but who knew whether it would explode the next moment?
After taming the Golden Geng Sword, Ye Tian stepped onto the altar. The candle flames beneath it swayed gently, while the cluster of golden light atop it flickered faintly.
Above it was a small golden barrier. The golden light within looked, in substance, like a clump of condensed quicksand.
Yet Ye Tian sensed an extremely terrifying aura flowing swiftly within the barrier, and a strange gleam flashed through his eyes.
Outside, even a single wisp of Golden Geng Qi could make a crowd of powerful cultivators fight until their heads were broken and blood flowed. Yet here, the Golden Geng Qi had actually condensed into form and existed as a tangible substance.
The Golden Geng