Bian Guo's phantom stared blankly at Sikong Jing's Beast Heart Body. At last, he slowly closed his eyes.
In the next instant, he regained his immortal, Dao-boned composure.
"Perhaps your realm is still too weak. Or perhaps... you are the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts!"
He could not explain why a divine tribulation descended when he fused the Sword Clan with Absolute Sword, while nothing happened to Sikong Jing.
He could only make a guess.
Perhaps it was because of the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts' identity and bloodline. Or perhaps Sikong Jing was only a One-Tribulation Emperor Venerable for now, so the divine tribulation had not yet arrived.
In the end...
Bian Guo did not continue making blind guesses. Instead, he revealed a satisfied smile. "No matter what, my understanding of Absolute Sword and the Sword Clan can now be passed on. Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts... please accept my Sword Dao."
As his words fell, a hum rang out...
Layer upon layer of sword radiance emerged throughout the small hut. Then the radiance shot toward the broken sword outside the door, all of it burrowing into the blade.
The broken sword instantly shone with light, emanating the aura of Absolute Sword and the Sword Clan.
Having done this, Bian Guo's phantom grew faint. He spoke again...
"Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts, you must lead the Vast Cosmos Great World to its final victory."
"Remember..."
"If divine tribulation descends one day, you must separate the Sword Clan from Absolute Sword. That is not something any living being can withstand."
As his voice faded, Bian Guo's phantom scattered away. The dry bones seated cross-legged on the bed collapsed with a clatter into powder, vanishing forever.
Only a faint, ethereal voice still echoed softly...
"And remember, do not venture deep into