Give You Enough to Use

"Excellent!" Saint Ichi sheathed his sword and said with satisfaction, "A king's swordsmanship carrying the majesty of a Conqueror, a sword technique perfectly suited to a Celestial Dragon! It's childish, but for someone who has only just set foot on the path of the sword, it's passable."

Miming had just wanted to sheathe his sword when the entire blade turned to ash and vanished.

Miming couldn't help clicking his tongue inwardly. This wasn't because he had used too much force, but because of the corrosion caused by Saint Ichi's sword aura.

Saint Ichi nodded. "Mm, it's time you got a good sword. Hey, Bael, pick a sword for the boy."

"Then this one will do." Sword God Bael showed no particular reaction to Miming's performance. A Sword Domain like a bloody full moon opened above his head, and he reached inside, drew out a long sword glittering with golden light, and tossed it to Miming.

"Golden Kunlun." Bael occasionally revealed a miserly expression. "It's good enough for you to use."

"That doesn't sound very impressive." Miming deliberately picked it up with a look of disdain. It was quite simple: the long sword had the style of the Kingdom of Flowers, with a jade-green hilt extending all the way to the blade, which gradually took on a peculiar golden hue toward the tip. There was no unnecessary guard or anything of the sort. Its design was simple yet imposing, and it was exceptionally heavy in his hand. An ordinary person might not even have been able to lift it.

A sword that Miming found exceptionally heavy despite his current strength was a rare thing in itself. Its edge wasn't sharp. If an ordinary person saw it, they would probably think it was a blunt decorative piece. However, only those whose swordsmanship had reached a certain level understood that whether a blade was fast had nothing to do with its edge.

Miming swung the sword twice and found it unexpectedly easy to handle. However, since it had no scabbard, he had to carry it in his hand for the time being.

Its name is Golden Kunlun? Taking a closer look, it was a beautiful sword with naturally formed patterns. The jade green and gold complemented each other especially well.

"Is there something special about swords with 'Golden' in their names?" Miming asked Saint Ichi. "Like the Great Grade Blades or Supreme Grade Blades?" His gaze landed on the sword in Saint Ichi's arms.

Saint Ichi laughed twice, then raised the sword in his arms with a proud look. "You noticed? My sword is called 'Golden Tianyuan.' It's also one of the Golden Holy Swords. As for what makes it special... I suppose it's a weapon forged for a 'king.'"

"Passable." Miming rested the sword on his shoulder as he spoke, returning Saint Ichi's earlier assessment of his swordsmanship.

"Now, it's time to test your Haki."

The other four Gorosei were already impatient. The purpose of cultivating the Six Styles of the Gods was to raise Miming's Haki as quickly as possible. Observation Haki in particular would help improve his ability to foresee things.

Miming thought, If they found out that my so-called dreams of the future rely on memories of animated shows from my previous life, would they vomit blood?

The Gorosei and the Twelve Gods released their Haki together. Miming instantly felt a terror like the end of the world. It was as if his body were under the weight of ten thousand tons. In his eyes, the entire temple plaza collapsed in an instant, and all things twisted out of shape.

Miming struggled to remain conscious, sensing the true forms of all things within the distorted world.

Gradually, the distorted world settled down. In the gray-white world, many towering figures appeared, each radiating an aura of a different color.

A pitch-black wolf-headed figure carrying the scent of death was the God of Death, Anubis. He was probably the easiest to recognize because Miming was the most familiar with him.

What's going on there? A figure clutching a sword like a deity, his muscles bulging across his body, twice as tall as Anubis... Saint Ichi? Golden Tianyuan radiated an intense golden flame, as though he were holding a heavenly fire in his arms.

On the other side, a person radiating seven-colored light and facing the sky like a multicolored sunflower was one of the Twelve Gods. In reality, his body stood over eight meters tall, but in the world manifested through Observation Haki, his face was eight meters tall while his body was as small as a bean sprout.

The surrounding figures were identified one by one. Every member of the Gorosei and the Twelve Gods possessed a unique aura, and each appeared in a different color. Every one of them was extraordinarily powerful. Before them, Miming was no more than an ant.

In the eyes of the Gorosei, Miming gradually relaxed from his trembling, taut state. He had not even collapsed to the ground, which was already quite impressive. After all, this was the Haki released by the seventeen strongest people in the world together. Anyone else might have gone insane long ago.

The Gorosei and the Twelve Gods withdrew their Haki and secretly gave Miming a nod of approval in their hearts.

Saint Ichi suddenly shouted, "Hiyah!"

His figure flashed toward Miming, but Miming's body vanished in an instant. Just as he appeared in another location, another member of the Gorosei suddenly reached out from behind to pat his shoulder. The instant that hand was about to touch Miming, he slipped aside and vanished again.

Figures flashed across the field as the Gorosei continuously reached for Miming's shoulders from different angles, moving faster and faster.

When the trial of Observation Haki finally ended, Miming was utterly exhausted. He planted his sword in the ground, bent over, and panted. He couldn't run anymore. This was far more exhausting than enduring the earlier crushing pressure of Haki. Every trace of Haki in his body felt as if it had been drained dry.

The Gorosei surrounded him, each pressing a hand onto his shoulder, their faces wearing expressions of sadistic delight.

"Not bad, not bad!" The Gorosei all chuckled together.

Miming's face was full of indignation. He gritted his teeth. "Do you five old undead have no shame? Is bullying me really that fun?"

"When you bullied Charlos and the others, didn't you find it fun too?" Saint Ichi countered. "Even with those useless fools, I saw how happy you were when you flicked boogers onto their faces."

Miming was rendered speechless.

In the eyes of the Gorosei, those incompetent Celestial Dragons were all useless fools. Miming was merely someone who had barely risen above the pile of trash. Bullying them was quite enjoyable.

"Did you have any new dreams?" the Gorosei asked, getting to the main point of the day.

Miming knew he had to explain something.

"They were all a jumbled mess."

"Tell us about them."

"For example, I dreamed of some strange square stones covered in bizarre writing," Miming said. "I couldn't understand them."

The Gorosei's expressions changed slightly. Saint Ichi immediately asked, "Oh? Where were they?"

"Some seemed to be in caves, and some seemed to be in rooms. The strangest one seemed to be in the sky, inside the base of a golden bell atop the clouds. I was looking at them, but I couldn't understand the writing on them."

"Hmm, so you're dreaming of moments you'll encounter in the future." The Gorosei found this quite reasonable. "The square stones you saw are Poneglyphs. But no one can understand that writing anymore. You probably won't be interested in them."

Miming said, "Especially that island in the sky. It was so interesting. The people there all had wings on their backs, with two little balls on top of their heads. Someone who can transform into lightning will occupy that place and claim to be a god."