The sound of the sword singing rose once more. This sound was not the clanging vibration of a weapon, but the cry and roar of the newly born Xuan Huang consciousness.
Using his thoughts as a sword to resist the tribulation fire, Yu Ci also sought to rouse the might of the Xuan Huang Killing Sword. Following his past experiences, he had already prepared himself to exert force, yet this action was as effortless as lifting a heavy weight as if it were nothing. There was none of the difficulty and stagnation of the previous few decades, and he could even say that ever since encountering Xuan Huang, he had never wielded it with such smooth mastery.
However, in the next instant, all doubts and all stray thoughts scattered like smoke before the soaring sword intent.
Crumbled alongside them were the memories hailing from the various eras experienced by the Xuan Huang Killing Sword.
Standing from the perspective of living beings, this might be a precious treasure, but for the present, these memories were precisely the demonic obstacles veering over the essence of its sword intent.
A swordsman and a weapon of slaughter, it was forged for the sole purpose of destruction, with no other meaning whatsoever.
Before such a pure intent of destruction, any thought unrelated to the sword had no possibility of existing. They could only settle downward, awaiting yet another excavation.
Precisely because it was pure, it was light and spirited.
The differentiated thoughts that Yu Ci had washed clean, acting together with the newly born consciousness of Xuan Huang, bore no extra burdens. When the Three Suns Tribulation Fire pressed down, they naturally erupted. The main body of the Xuan Huang Killing Sword, which had long remained dormant under the suppression of the magnetic mountain, abruptly