"Why are you asking for help?"
Yang Huai's expression shifted slightly.
"Pure Origin Six Gods, open for this poor Daoist!"
As Master Jiufang formed seals with her hands, six-colored divine radiance swirled before her. Like the six directions of the void, it instantly gathered the immortal light from the Daoists' hands into one and smashed fiercely against the Ninefold Sword Stele. The golden sword form created by the Ninefold Sword Stele faintly began to collapse.
"Save... me..."
Yang Huai heard that spiritual voice from deep within the Ninefold Sword Stele once more.
It was an intangible tremor beyond the power of words to describe, yet when it reached Yang Huai's ears, it was undeniably real.
"But how am I supposed to save you? I can't withstand such immense power either!"
Yang Huai mused inwardly.
As though it had sensed his thoughts, the voice continued.
"The Ninefold Sword Stele is the Ninefold Sword Prison. Within it is imprisoned an extraordinary Devil Master sealed by the Chonghua Sect. If that fiend escapes, all living beings will be plunged into misery!"
"Then what do you want me to do?"
Yang Huai mused inwardly.
"I wish to pass the Chonghua Sect's inheritance to you, Daoist friend. Please open your sea of consciousness and allow the power of this sword spirit to escape..."
The voice followed.
At this, Yang Huai immediately sneered. He could not be bothered with this sword spirit. Whether it truly was a sword spirit or not, anyone who wanted him to open his sea of consciousness was automatically treated as a devil in his mind.
Besides, the sword spirit could seize hold of his heart and mind, subtly influencing his thoughts. If that was not a devil, then what was?
The voice continued chattering away.
Yang Huai ignored it. Instead, he