Zhao Fu watched the hundred people immersed in the lake. Their eyes were tightly shut as they had fallen directly into slumber, their bodies and souls alike being eroded by terrifying killing intent. Now, all that remained was to wait.
At this time, Zhao Fu had prepared over a million swords of all kinds. Even the lowest-grade among them were of Gold quality; with Great Qin's resources spanning several worlds, this was no problem.
Zhao Fu had prepared so many swords and planted them all around the lake, creating an incomparably magnificent scene alongside the green grass, lake, and blue sky.
These swords were for those who had fallen into demonic possession through wielding swords. Those who wielded swords into demonic possession naturally needed swords, and the swords left here would themselves be eroded by powerful killing intent, becoming swords of slaughter and merging with those people.
Nine days later, the people submerged in the lake slowly opened their eyes. Their appearances had changed greatly: their hair had turned blood-red, their eyes had become crimson and taken on the form of sword pupils, and two fangs had grown from their mouths.
Their hands had become somewhat like claws, and blood-colored sword marks had appeared on the backs of their hands. They no longer breathed, nor did their hearts beat. Their gazes were icy, radiating nothing but pure killing intent.
Their bodies floated up from the bottom of the lake. They reached out and grasped at empty air, and the hundred swords embedded by the lake began to tremble, letting out ringing sword cries before automatically flying into their hands.
The sword marks on the backs of their hands shone with blood-red light. Countless thread-thin crimson tentacles grew from their hands and wrapped around the swords, then slowly melted into them.