"Finally, I've found you—the Eighth Sword."
Ye Lin stroked the stone stele, his face brimming with delight. Once he comprehended this seventh sword, his combat power would soar again. And once he gathered all Nine Swords, the increase in his strength would be far more than a mere trifle.
Without hesitation, Ye Lin stored the stone stele in his Spatial Ring, intending to study it carefully once he returned. Only then did he turn his gaze toward the tattered flag.
"What heavy yin energy."
The instant he picked up the flag, Ye Lin felt an incomparably terrifying surge of yin energy rush up his arm and straight into his body.
Yet with only a slight circulation of his cultivation, Ye Lin scattered that yin energy completely.
"This flag looks very much like a Soul-Summoning Banner."
Ye Lin looked at the flag in his hand and stroked his chin. The Soul-Summoning Banner had been the natal weapon of an extraordinary figure in ancient times.
That person had placed living beings' souls within the Soul-Summoning Banner and refined them day and night, burning them with yin fire for seven times seven, forty-nine days. Once all intelligence had been erased from those souls, he used a special technique to turn them into vengeful spirits that knew only slaughter.
It was said that during the ancient era, that person had refined a million vengeful spirits within the Soul-Summoning Banner. Once unleashed, wherever those million vengeful spirits passed, not even a blade of grass would remain—truly terrifying beyond measure.
He had never expected this Soul-Summoning Banner to be here.
"Why do I always come across such sinister weapons and cultivation arts? Am I naturally suited to becoming a Demonic Cultivator?"
As Ye Lin pondered it, he suddenly laughed. Even he had been amused by the