Like fireworks burning through their lives at breakneck speed, it threw all caution to the wind. It was about to die, but even in death, it would rather die by the hand of the Sword Cultivator before it.
Those hands were so warm. Though they had been scorched until they were riddled with wounds, they showed no intention whatsoever of letting go.
It did not know where it had found such immense strength. Perhaps it was the guidance of that Golden Light; perhaps it simply wanted too badly to reclaim its freedom. In any case, by the time it realized it, the sword had truly begun to move outward in accordance with its will.
There was hope—
Wen Xu felt the same. The moment he sensed that faint consciousness, he desperately conveyed his feelings to it. He even conveyed the existence of the Creation Giant Tree.
That was the Creation Giant Tree forged by the Shu Household. A Body Integration Divine Venerable could naturally sever its branches with a single palm strike, but this was merely a Demon Sword that had only just been born—not even fully born—and Wen Xu, wielding it, was no more than Nascent Soul Early Stage. No matter how immense its power, it was still subject to the influence of the Creation Giant Tree.
What was the influence of the Creation Giant Tree?
Only a sword that had truly earned its recognition could cut through its branches and become a real sword.
And what kind of sword could earn the Creation Giant Tree's recognition? Naturally, brute strength alone was not enough. It also needed... a Swordheart.
Did a sword parasitized by a Demon Seed possess one? Of course not.
Almost the instant he sent that message across, Wen Xu felt the sword in his hand begin