Jiang Ding took out the eighth-rank Sword Embryo, his eyes gleaming, and set it before him. He scanned it inch by inch with his spiritual sense and sword intent.
This Thunder-Destroying Flying Sword had once been dazzling and terrifying. With its master dead, its spiritual light had dimmed until it looked like an ordinary object. All the spirituality within it had dispersed.
That was what it meant for a sword cultivator: while the wielder lived, the sword lived; when the wielder died, the sword died too.
A cultivator's bonded magic treasure suffered much the same fate. Once its owner died, it fell by more than one grade and could never advance another inch.
For sword cultivators, it was more extreme. The instant the sword master died, the flying sword became scrap metal.
In theory, this eighth-rank Thunder-Destroying Sword Embryo was now a useless treasure that could no longer be repurposed. At least, that was how the immortal cultivation world of the upper realm understood it.
Even if someone could repurpose it, doing so would require several times its value in eighth-rank heavenly materials and earthly treasures. The loss would far outweigh the gain.
At present, the Immortal Sect had no way to defy this universal rule.
This was eighth-rank material!
Not one of the Immortal Sect's existing technologies dealt with materials of such an exalted grade.
What was more, the Thunder-Destroying Flying Sword had been forged primarily from an eighth-rank Destruction Thunderflame Dao Crystal, a rare treasure of heaven and earth. Working with it was far harder than working with ordinary eighth-rank supreme-grade materials.
In theory, only beings above Dao Integration could use such material.
Yet the azure-clad youth looked utterly confident, as though none of that worried him. To him, the outcome was settled and the feast was about