The Demon Sword's Temptation

"Bart, are you all right?"

Lin Feng's smile faded as he asked with concern.

After all, Bart was his first companion. Lin Feng didn't want anything to happen to him.

"I'm... not dead yet."

Bart's voice was still weak. The hostility and wariness in his gaze toward Lin Feng had vanished, replaced by a complicated, unreadable emotion.

"That's good."

Lin Feng let out a long sigh of relief. "Rest for now. I still have something to deal with."

As he spoke, Lin Feng turned and walked toward the center of the altar, his gaze falling on the demon sword.

Ever since Lin Feng entered this underground space, this sword had constantly drawn his attention.

That evil, powerful aura and the faint summons it gave off made it impossible for Lin Feng to ignore its existence.

"Is this the cursed demon sword Bart mentioned?"

Lin Feng muttered to himself, "This demon sword seems to have some special connection with the Infinite God-Slaying System inside my body."

"Demon God..."

The name suddenly surfaced in Lin Feng's mind.

"Demon God? Is that this demon sword's name?"

Lin Feng's heart stirred. During his battle with Bart, the demon sword seemed to have let out a strange hum.

"Could it really have a consciousness of its own?"

Lin Feng slightly furrowed his brows. He remembered Bart saying that this demon sword would devour people's minds, turning them into madmen who knew nothing but slaughter.

"Should I give it a try?"

Lin Feng hesitated. He wanted to learn the secret of this demon sword, but he was also worried that he would end up like the people Bart had mentioned—controlled by the demon sword and turned into a killing fiend.

"Whatever. I'll take a look first!"

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and decided to take the risk.

He drew a deep breath and slowly walked toward the altar.

As Lin Feng approached, the aura radiating from the demon sword, Demon God, grew increasingly intense.

It was a cold, evil, destructive aura, as if it wanted to devour everything around it.

Lin Feng could even feel the blood in his body beginning to boil, as though countless ants were crawling through his veins, bringing wave after wave of tingling and pain.

"This feeling..."

A strange gleam flashed through Lin Feng's eyes.

"This demon sword doesn't seem to be rejecting me. Instead, it's... welcoming me?"

The sensation was incredibly strange. It was as if the demon sword was yearning—yearning to be held by Lin Feng, yearning to merge with him.

"Could it really have acknowledged me?"

Lin Feng's heart stirred. He quickened his pace and arrived before the altar.

Standing before the altar, he stared at the demon sword.

The sword's body was a strange dark red, as if it had been formed from congealed blood, or perhaps the skin of some unknown creature. It was covered in fine patterns resembling blood vessels, with faint light flowing through them.

A dim, eerie glint shone along the blade. It was a soul-chilling coldness that made one shudder, as though a gentle slash from it would freeze the soul itself.

Strange runes were carved into the hilt. Lin Feng did not recognize a single one of them, yet he could sense that they contained some mysterious power. Ancient and mighty, profound and bizarre, that power made him want to explore it, even as fear rose in his heart.

"Demon God..."

Lin Feng spoke the name again and extended his hand, slowly gripping the hilt.

The instant Lin Feng grasped the hilt, a powerful suction force surged from the demon sword, as if it intended to pull even his soul inside.

It was an irresistible force, like a black hole devouring everything.

"Ugh!"

Lin Feng let out a muffled groan. His consciousness began to blur, while the scene before his eyes twisted and spun, as if he had fallen into a bottomless vortex.

"Not good!"

Lin Feng's heart jolted. He tried to release the hilt, only to discover that his hand seemed stuck to it and could not move at all.

The more strength he used, the stronger the suction became, and Lin Feng's consciousness grew increasingly hazy.

"What... what's going on?!"

Lin Feng was horrified. He desperately tried to break free of the demon sword's control, but to no avail.

He felt his soul being devoured by the demon sword bit by bit, while his consciousness gradually dissipated.

"Am I really going to be controlled by this demon sword?"

Lin Feng thought despairingly.

At that moment, the Infinite God-Slaying System inside Lin Feng suddenly activated!

A golden beam of light shot out from between Lin Feng's brows and enveloped the demon sword.

The golden light was sacred and solemn, carrying an aura of righteousness that formed a stark contrast with the demon sword's evil aura.

"This is..."

Lin Feng froze. The powerful suction suddenly vanished.

His consciousness also gradually returned to clarity.

"The system?!"

Joy surged through Lin Feng's heart. He hurriedly focused his mind and checked the system's condition.

[Beep! Detected that the host has come into contact with a special item: Demon Sword Demon God]

[Demon Sword Demon God: A demon sword possessing God-Slaying Power. It possesses self-awareness and can devour its user's mind, turning them into a madman who knows nothing but slaughter.]

[Warning! Demon Sword Demon God is extremely dangerous. Host, please proceed with caution!]

"Demon Sword Demon God?"

Lin Feng looked at the system notification, a wave of lingering fear rising in his heart.

"Luckily, I have the system. Otherwise, I'd be done for."

Lin Feng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and spoke with lingering fear.

"But the system says that this demon sword possesses God-Slaying Power. What does that mean?"

Confused, Lin Feng continued examining the system notifications.

[Beep! Demon Sword Demon God has resonated with the host's Infinite God-Slaying System. The system is attempting to analyze Demon Sword Demon God.]

[Analysis progress: 1%... 2%... 3%...]

"Analyze?"

Lin Feng froze. "The system can even analyze this demon sword?"

"This... this is way too incredible!"

Lin Feng was utterly shocked. He had never expected his system to possess such a function.

"I wonder what will happen once the analysis is complete?"

Lin Feng's heart filled with anticipation as he quietly waited for the system to finish its analysis.

Time passed second by second, and the analysis progress of Demon Sword Demon God slowly increased.

10%...

20%...

30%...

"So slow!" Lin Feng grew a little impatient waiting. "Half an hour has already passed, and it's only at 30%."

"At this rate, won't I have to wait until the Year of the Monkey for it to finish?"

Lin Feng grumbled inwardly. The feeling was like waiting for a snail to cross the finish line—enough to drive anyone mad.

"Still, this demon sword is incredibly mysterious. It's normal for analyzing it to take time and effort. What exactly is this God-Slaying Power? What does it have to do with my system? Does the old man know this sword exists? If he does, why has he never mentioned it?"

Lin Feng was full of questions, but he decided to wait patiently.

"Hmm?"

Just then, Lin Feng suddenly felt a stream of information surge into his mind.

The information was ancient and mysterious, carrying an air of vicissitude, as if it had come from the distant primordial era after crossing endless years.

"This is..."

Lin Feng froze. He quickly closed his eyes and carefully sensed the information.

"This is... the memories of Demon Sword Demon God?"

Lin Feng's heart jolted. "This information is actually fragments of Demon Sword Demon God's memories!"

Ancient scenes flashed through Lin Feng's mind one after another, like the rapid turning of a lantern, leaving him dazzled.

Within these fragments of memory, Lin Feng saw one powerful swordsman after another. Some wore battle robes, while others were dressed in simple cloth garments, but without exception, they all wielded Demon Sword Demon God, roaming the world with none able to stand against them.

One of the swordsmen wore a black fitted outfit and a bamboo hat. A long blade hung at his waist—it was none other than Demon Sword Demon God.