Luo Chuan slowly raised his right hand, a wisp of pale blue spiritual energy gathering at his fingertips. The spiritual energy transformed into a soft band of light, wrapping around the blood-red longsword, trying to slowly draw it to his front.
Just as the spiritual energy band was about to touch the blood-red longsword, the previously dormant sword suddenly erupted with dazzling blood light, and the soaring blood-red aura instantly swept across the entire snow-capped mountain peak.
A sudden gust of wind arose, and a blizzard raged, causing the temperature in the world to plummet to freezing.
The next moment, the blood-red longsword trembled violently, emitting a sharp and piercing sword cry, and the blood-red light on the blade surged wildly.
In an instant, it transformed into a humanoid phantom dressed in a blood-red robe. The phantom's face was blurred, its body was surrounded by a murderous aura, and its eyes were filled with violence and madness. It had no mind, only the instinct to kill.
Without the slightest hesitation, the humanoid figure formed from the sword appeared, gripped the blood-red longsword that had been transformed from the sword's body, and fiercely slashed at Luo Chuan.
A sharp, blood-red sword aura ripped through the void, carrying a ferocious and world-destroying aura, heading straight for Luo Chuan's face.
Wherever the sword energy passed, ripples spread through the void, the surrounding ice and snow were instantly evaporated, and even the air was ignited by this ferocious power, turning into blood-red flames with astonishing might.
Luo Chuan remained calm, showing no panic in the face of the sudden attack. He stood motionless, his left hand still behind his back, while his right hand casually swung.
In an instant, a thick cyan spiritual energy barrier instantly condensed in front of him, like an indestructible sky wall.
The crimson sword energy crashed down on the spiritual energy barrier with a deafening roar, and violent energy waves raged outwards, lifting the snow on the peak into the air thousands of feet high.
The hard rock was shattered and cracked in countless places, but the cyan spiritual energy barrier remained unmoved, steadily blocking the attack.
"How dare you, a mere soul, be so insolent before me! Shatter it!"
Seeing this, the sword-transformed humanoid became even more ferocious. Its figure flashed, turning into streaks of blood-red afterimages. Wielding a blood-red longsword, it launched a storm of attacks on Luo Chuan.
Sword shadows filled the sky, blood splattered everywhere, each sword strike contained boundless malevolent power, each move deadly, intent on slaying Luo Chuan.
Ke Luo Chuan, however, moved with the ease of a leisurely stroll, dodging the dense sword shadows with graceful movements, each step perfectly timed to avoid all attacks.
At the same time, strands of spiritual energy continuously flicked from his fingertips, seemingly gentle, yet each time precisely striking the flaws in the sword shadow, repeatedly thwarting the sword's humanoid attack.
After several exchanges, the sword-transformed humanoid's attacks became increasingly fierce, yet it still couldn't touch Luo Chuan in the slightest. Instead, its own killing energy was greatly depleted, and its figure became somewhat illusory.
Luo Chuan's eyes turned cold, unwilling to entangle with him any longer. His spiritual power surged suddenly, and a pale blue light enveloped the entire snow mountain peak.
An immense and unparalleled pressure erupted from his body, causing the sword-transformed humanoid figure to tremble and its movements to slow down.
Immediately afterwards, Luo Chuan quickly formed hand seals, and a series of profound incantations flowed from his fingertips, instantly creating countless cyan spiritual energy chains in the void.
Ancient runes were engraved on the chains, shimmering with a faint spiritual light. Like a cage descending from the sky, they instantly bound the sword-shaped humanoid tightly, imprisoning it layer by layer.
The chains of spiritual energy tightened, and no matter how the blood-red humanoid struggled and slashed with its sword, it could not break free even a fraction. The bloodthirsty aura around it was gradually suppressed, and its figure grew dimmer and dimmer until it was finally completely trapped in the chains of spiritual energy, unable to move.
Looking at the blood-red humanoid figure firmly bound, Luo Chuan slowly withdrew his spell. His gaze turned solemn as he looked at the enormous Ancient God's head, then at the imprisoned sword-shaped undead before him. A wave of emotion surged within him, and he thought to himself:
"What exactly happened back then? Who possessed such extraordinary abilities to slay this Eight-Star Ancient God, and even severed his head, leaving it here?"
" Ancient God and immortals have always followed different paths. Why would the head of Ancient God appear in an immortal's secret realm? And which immortal has the ability to collect its head here?"
Luo Chuan carefully sensed the remaining aura of the Ancient God's head; that ancient and powerful pressure was something no ordinary Ancient God could possess.
Eight-Star Ancient God is already a top-tier existence among the Ancient God race. With a powerful physical body, the strength to uproot mountains, and great supernatural powers, ordinary immortals are no match for them, and killing them is as difficult as ascending to heaven.
What's more, to cut off the head and leave the body intact is a truly horrifying method.
Looking at the blood-red longsword before him, Luo Chuan focused his mind and probed it, a wisp of spiritual power overflowing from his fingertips, probing into the sword-shaped ghost.
As his spiritual power deepened, fragments of broken memories and imprints of aura flooded into his mind, and a familiar yet ancient aura slowly emerged.
Luo Chuan's pupils contracted slightly, and he understood that the owner of this magical artifact had long since become a dead soul and vanished into the world.
This person is none other than Master Xuanbao!
This blood-red, ferocious longsword is the natal magic weapon that Master Xuanbao life, the Cikongnie Sword!
Master Xuanbao a renowned and powerful cultivator from ancient times, whose cultivation was unfathomable and who was proficient in the crafting of magical artifacts and the Dao of Space.
This Cikongnie Sword was forged with his utmost effort, using extraterrestrial meteorite iron, the blood of the Nine Heavens, and countless rare and precious materials.
Containing the mysteries of space, it is incomparably sharp, capable of tearing through the void and cleaving through all things; it was a renowned treasure from ancient times.
Master Xuanbao wielded this sword with unparalleled skill across the star field, yet for some unknown reason, he met a tragic end, his life extinguished.
Even his natal magic weapon transformed into such a ferocious and malevolent spirit, attaching itself to the head of the Eight-Star Ancient God, where it remained dormant.
Why would these two people's relics appear in the secret realm of Immortal Emperor Qinglin?
What secrets were hidden in those ancient times that led to the deaths of two unparalleled powerhouses, leaving behind such a bizarre scene?
Luo Chuan slowly walked to the human form that the Cikongnie Sword had transformed into, his gaze intently examining this supreme treasure.
Although the bloodthirsty aura on the sword was dense, it could not conceal the spatial mysteries and boundless spiritual power contained within it.
If one can refine the malevolent spirits within this sword and erase their resentment and obsession, the Cikongnie Sword will be restored to its original treasured state and become a great asset in one's hands.
Ke Luo Chuan also knew that although the soul of Master Xuanbao was only left with instincts, it still retained the will of an ancient great power, and refining it would not be an easy task.
Moreover, the head of this Eight-Star Ancient God and the Cikongnie Sword are connected with endless secrets, and may even have a close connection with the Immortal Emperor Qinglin. If one were to refine them rashly, it might bring unexpected dangers.
The wind and snow continued to fall on the snow-capped mountain peak. Luo Chuan stood beside the head of the Ancient God and the Cikongnie Sword, his aura calm and his eyes full of contemplation.