Hearing Bai Ling's words, the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword gave a soft laugh. This little lass was still as innocent and naive as she had been back then.
"Why don't you take a look at what level your true body is now?"
"Hm? Isn't it a half-immortal artifact?"
Bai Ling was instantly baffled by the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword's words. As she spoke, she began to sense the grade of her true body.
But in the next moment, Bai Ling's pretty face changed slightly—then changed drastically.
Bai Ling's eyes widened, as though she could not believe what lay before her.
"An... immortal artifact? How is that possible?"
Bai Ling cried out. Her true body had astonishingly entered the ranks of immortal artifacts. How could that be possible? When she fell asleep, her true body had only been a half-immortal artifact. She had merely slept for a little while—why had her true body already entered the ranks of immortal artifacts?
Since when had it become so easy for a half-immortal artifact to advance into an immortal artifact?
And most absurd of all, her true body had entered the ranks of immortal artifacts, yet she, its artifact spirit, had not known? This was simply outrageous—outrageous beyond measure.
"Bai Ling, Bai Ling, it seems you truly slept yourself silly. We weapons advance at an exceedingly slow pace if we have no master to nurture us and rely solely on our own cultivation."
"And you directly fell asleep for immeasurable ages. You slept through three eras before advancing from the ranks of half-immortal artifacts into the ranks of immortal artifacts. Since you sank into the deepest level of slumber, you naturally knew nothing of the changes to your true body."
"If my master had not brought you here by a stroke of fate, and if I