Reforging the Glory of the Angels!

At those words, Ye Gu Yi lowered her head in a daze and looked at the ancient longsword in her hand, its blade flowing with a faint golden glow. Her azure eyes were filled with stunned disbelief.

Angel Holy Sword!

The name exploded in her mind like a bolt from the blue.

She vaguely remembered hearing the eldest elder of her family mention it in fragments during quiet late-night hours, his voice filled with boundless nostalgia and regret.

He had said that their lineage had once produced a resplendent God of Angels, and in the God of Angels' hand had been a Divine Artifact that accompanied her across countless battles, symbolizing holiness and judgment—the Angel Holy Sword!

But that had been a legend from ten thousand years ago. Its glory had long since faded, and the divine sword's whereabouts were unknown.

Whenever the elder spoke of it, he would always sigh deeply, believing that the family's glory had vanished into the river of history along with the divine sword.

Ye Gu Yi had never imagined that this Divine Artifact, which had existed only in the ethereal legends passed down through her family, would appear so tangibly in her hands like this!

Yet after the shock subsided, a trace of doubt quietly rose in Ye Gu Yi's heart.

She tightened her grip on the hilt and carefully sensed the warmth emanating from the blade, which faintly resonated with her bloodline. Still, she could not help knitting her delicate brows.

This sword did feel familiar to her, and its material was certainly no ordinary metal, but... it seemed far removed from the Angel Holy Sword of legend, the one said to possess supreme power and illuminate the nine heavens.

The glow on its blade was so faint, and its aura so restrained it was nearly dormant. It seemed more like an ancient artifact covered in dust for years than a divine weapon that slew demons and banished evil.

She raised her head and looked at the calm-faced Lei Chen, asking softly with some uncertain hesitation, "Senior... you said this is the Angel Holy Sword? But... why do I feel that it does not possess the terrifying, world-destroying might described in the legends?"

Lei Chen was not surprised by Ye Gu Yi's question. His gaze swept over the dim blade as though it had pierced through ten thousand years of time and witnessed that divine battle.

He slowly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying the weathered weight of someone who understood history, directly unveiling the truth buried beneath the dust for Ye Gu Yi.

"Your feeling is correct. Because it truly is no longer the complete Divine Artifact it was ten thousand years ago."

"Ten thousand years ago, your ancestor Qian Renxue inherited the Angel Godhood. Yet fate was unkind. She fought a divine battle against Tang San, who had likewise only recently inherited a Divine Seat, but was more powerful—the Sea God and also the inheritor of the Asura God."

Lei Chen's tone carried no bias; he merely stated the facts calmly. Yet Ye Gu Yi could sense the brutality of that divine battle beneath his placid words.

"In the end, your ancestor Qian Renxue was defeated. Unwilling to accept it, she resolutely shattered her own Divine Seat, and her Divinity collapsed. This Angel Holy Sword, bound to her life itself, was also grievously damaged. The Divine Power within it nearly dissipated completely, and it fell into an eternal slumber that has lasted until this day, for ten thousand years."

"Ten thousand years have passed, and the divine sword has gathered dust. Its current power is less than one percent of what it once was. It is already remarkable that you can sense it resonating with your bloodline. How can you hope for it to immediately regain its former divine might?"

After hearing Lei Chen's account, Ye Gu Yi fell completely silent.

She lowered her head and stared at the longsword in her hand, her gaze becoming incomparably complicated.

So this had not simply been a matter of it being lost. It had accompanied her ancestor's tragic end and the shattering of her Divine Seat. The sword bore not only her family's former glory, but also that painful history and endless regret.

Her hand around the hilt unconsciously tightened, her fingertips turning faintly white from the force. An indescribable emotion spread through her heart—grief and indignation for her ancestor's fate, sorrow over the divine sword's decline, and an immense sense of responsibility settling upon her shoulders.

After a long while, Ye Gu Yi finally raised her head. All the confusion and doubt in her eyes had turned into resolve.

She first gave Lei Chen a deep bow, her tone exceptionally sincere. "Thank you, Senior, for recovering my family's sacred relic, lost for ten thousand years. Gu Yi will never forget this kindness!"

After straightening, she looked at Lei Chen with blazing eyes and asked the most crucial question. "Senior, if that is the case, what should I do to restore the Angel Holy Sword to its former glory?"

Seeing Ye Gu Yi compose herself so quickly, a trace of approval flashed through Lei Chen's eyes. He then told her directly, "You have actually already verified the method yourself."

He pointed toward the spot where the two Evil Soul Masters had turned to ash and prompted, "Think carefully. When you used this sword to kill those two Evil Soul Masters, did you notice anything unusual?"

At his words, Ye Gu Yi immediately concentrated and recalled what had happened. The situation had been tense, and she had not thought much of it then. But after Lei Chen's reminder, she instantly understood. "When those two Evil Soul Masters died, the filthy power within their bodies was directly purified by the light released by the holy sword."

"Then... that purified, pure energy was absorbed by the holy sword! And after absorbing it, the Angel Holy Sword's glow really did seem to become slightly brighter than before!"

"Correct." Lei Chen nodded. "The Angel Holy Sword was born of holiness and purification. Evil and filth are its finest 'nourishment.'"

"By purifying the evil in the world—especially beings like Evil Soul Masters, who gather immense negative energy—and converting it into the purest sacred essence, you can awaken and nourish this slumbering divine sword by the fastest and most fundamental means."

He looked at Ye Gu Yi, his tone carrying a hint of guidance. "Simply put, the more Evil Soul Masters you kill with this sword, and the stronger they are, the greater the Evil you purify. Then the Angel Holy Sword will recover its power faster and grow stronger."

"One day, when it has absorbed enough purified power, the slumbering divine sword will fully awaken and display the true might of a Divine Artifact once more!"

Upon learning that this was how she could awaken the holy sword, Ye Gu Yi immediately felt enlightened, and not a trace of confusion remained in her heart.

Hunting Evil Soul Masters and cleansing the world of Evil had always been the path she followed with unwavering devotion to the convictions of her martial soul. Now, that path had perfectly merged with the mission of restoring her family's glory and awakening its inherited Divine Artifact!

For her, this could not have been a better arrangement!

"So that's how it is!" A light of understanding and determination bloomed across Ye Gu Yi's face. She bowed to Lei Chen once more. "This junior understands! Thank you, Senior, for clearing away my confusion! Gu Yi swears here and now that I will wield this sword to slay all Evil in the world. One day, I will surely make the light of the Angel Holy Sword shine upon this world again!"

Her words rang out with strength through the silent forest, like a sacred oath declaring that an emissary who wielded a sword against evil had now embarked upon her journey.

Lei Chen watched the determined young woman before him and gave a slight nod. "Since you possess such resolve, that is for the best."