When life was comfortable, time always flew.
In the blink of an eye, another two days had passed.
The Sharp-Tailed Swift Soul Sage Jiang Yu had sent to the Star Luo Empire to purchase the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife completed the mission successfully, delivering the infamous cursed blade into his hands.
As Jiang Yu studied the dark, ancient-looking carving knife before him, roughly half a foot long and half an inch wide, he could sense its cold, oppressive aura without even using his spiritual power.
The Light Dragon Dagger within him stirred.
It was a feeling of utter loathing and rejection. The Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife held the evil thoughts and curses of its first owner, along with portions of the resentment and power of its thirty-six owners over the past three thousand years. This power was so evil and foul that it had completely obscured the radiance of the gold of life, a divine-grade treasure of the life attribute.
To obtain pure gold of life, he first had to cleanse the filth within it.
But did the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect have any Soul Masters with the power to purify it?
Jiang Yu thought it over and decided that the Red Dragon Douluo could count as one.
After all, fire could suppress evil to a certain extent, though its power leaned more toward destruction than purification.
Still, these were minor details. If the cleansing method was a little violent, so be it. What mattered was that Jiang Yu did not want outsiders to learn of the gold of life's existence.
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was his home, but the only people he truly trusted completely were Ning Tian and her mother, and Wu Lie and his granddaughter. The Illusion Douluo barely counted as one as well.
Purifying