"Reporting to Ancestor, when the city was breached earlier, Blood Blade and I were hunted down by our enemies and hid here, luckily shaking them off. Then one day, a Uniting Dao City passed nearby. A Sword Qi suddenly shot out from the side and cleaved that Uniting Dao City in two. All the cultivators within perished instantly. Only the City Lord survived by luck, but he did not escape far before another Sword Qi struck and took his life," Blood Spirit answered truthfully.
"What tier do you think that city was?" Blood Calamity asked.
"Desolate-tier!" Blood Spirit answered with certainty.
Blood Calamity stroked his chin and nodded slightly. "One Sword Qi destroyed a Desolate-tier city. It must have been a Supreme Treasure. Interesting."
Blood Spirit said, "Ancestor, the master of that Supreme Treasure seems to have something wrong with his mind. I once saw him from afar. It seemed he had already been enslaved by that Supreme Treasure and lost his own consciousness."
"Trying to refine a Supreme Treasure without sufficient strength—he brought it upon himself. He must have become a Sword Slave." Blood Calamity raised a brow. He had heard these reports before; otherwise, he would not have planned this operation. "Still, it is very strange. Logically speaking, if one truly lacks the strength, forcibly refining a Supreme Treasure means certain death. What did this fellow do to be enslaved by the Supreme Treasure and turned into a Sword Slave?"
Though Sword Slaves were miserable, enslaved by Supreme Treasures and stripped of their own consciousness, Supreme Treasures did not choose just anyone. Before his death, that Sword Slave must have done something to become what he was now.
Blood Spirit had no way to answer. She had only glimpsed that Sword Slave from afar. How could she know