When the moment they had anticipated truly arrived, Wen Xu put away Windfold, and not a single stray thought crossed his mind. He was merely at the Nascent Soul Early Stage; without Chunchou's water sphere, he could never have approached the scorching sword embryo. Yet even so, the closer he drew, the more that violent, terrifying force within the sphere inevitably ravaged his body.
Blood was already seeping from Wen Xu's seven orifices. Just as the burning spread into his chest, a familiar and safe power cloaked him—it was his master's power.
He touched the ribbon between his eyes, heated until it was scorching, and felt himself descending faster and faster. When both his hands plunged into the water sphere, searing pain instantly scorched them.
Mm, it felt like snatching chestnuts from the fire.
Wen Xu gave this simple assessment in his heart, then plunged his entire body inside. It hurt terribly, but the water sphere was also protecting him, allowing him to advance without restraint. At the hottest point, he found a... somewhat cool sword hilt.
Unexpectedly, it was actually cool.
Wen Xu exerted some force, trying to pull the sword out, but it remained utterly immovable. Not only did it not move, it even seemed to be trying to drag him into the sword.
But by this point, he could no longer let go. His hand had somehow completely stuck to the sword.
Had Wen Xu looked closely, he would have seen sucker-covered tendrils like bloodsucking vines suddenly emerge from the hilt. The instant those suckers touched flesh, they swiftly took root within it. If Wen Xu had not possessed Golden Light, they would have rapidly seized ground and turned him into the first wielder of the demonic sword.
This was how the Demon Seed, parasitizing the sword