"Why did the other two demonic swords know to flee and possess consciousness, yet never manifest a demon spirit?"
Ever since seeing the demon spirit of that false sword, Su Jiu had been pondering this question.
"You've seen the other two Holy Demonic Swords?"
"Yes, but although those two swords possessed consciousness, neither had developed a spirit. Does that have anything to do with you?"
The demon spirit instinctively resisted answering Su Jiu's question, but after glancing at her cool, clear eyes, it involuntarily swallowed. "You're so powerful, I imagine you know what sort of existence we are.
"Although the sword was ultimately split into three, we have always, in truth, been a single sword. So of course there is only one artifact spirit-me.
"As for the consciousness you mentioned, that should be the remnants of my consciousness left on the other two swords."
Understanding flashed through Su Jiu's eyes. Although she had already entertained this guess, she had never found a way to confirm it.
Now, this sword spirit had provided her with a great deal of hidden information besides.
The three demonic swords had appeared in the Nightfall Cold Pool, the Windforest Star River, and the Taiji Secret Realm on the Back Mountain of the Zen Sound Temple, respectively.
Could she take this to mean that someone had deliberately split the sword into three back then and sealed the pieces in these three secret realms? After all, following that great war ten thousand years ago, these three sites of heavenly demon descent had been sealed more rigorously than any others. Unfortunately, as time passed, the seals had begun to loosen, giving the demonic swords an opportunity to escape.
Su Jiu had kept the demonic sword from the Taiji Secret Realm in her storage space all this time, while