"Whether it truly has a spirit or not, wouldn't a little test tell us?"
Ye Lin said softly. Then, with a flick of his hand, the golden bracelet around his wrist flashed. Amid the dense golden radiance, the full form of the Xuanyuan Sword gradually emerged.
Looking at the Xuanyuan Sword in Ye Lin's hand, the two beside him wore expressions of reverence. This was the treasured artifact of the Human Race's fate.
The sword once wielded by the Human Emperor of the Human Race.
"If you don't open yourself, I'll use this sword to chop you apart."
Ye Lin placed the Xuanyuan Sword atop the cultivation manual and said viciously.
The Xuanyuan Sword was quite cooperative. Incomparably sharp sword light flickered along its blade.
The sword light released by the Xuanyuan Sword made even the two beside him feel as though they were sitting on pins and needles.
They felt that if Ye Lin used this sword against them, they would truly die.
This was the treasured artifact of the Human Race's fate. If one fully mobilized the Human Race's fortune, then with a single slash, even Golden Immortal experts would have to retreat three steps.
Yet the two were looking at Ye Lin with strange expressions.
Threatening a cultivation manual? Could that even be done?
They had basically placed no hope in Ye Lin's method. As long as Ye Lin found it amusing, that was enough.
Yet before their disbelieving eyes, the cultivation manual that had been resisting slowly opened at that moment.
The characters that had once been blurry also became clearly visible.
The two immediately turned to look at Ye Lin in shock, their gazes seeming to say, That works too?
"That's more like it. As they say, a wise man submits to circumstances. You're quite