Su Jiu and the others watched as the dense crimson-black incantations began gradually vanishing from the wall at a speed visible to the naked eye. When half the incantations had disappeared, the entire pool around them began to churn.
Su Jiu could not help glancing at the sword embedded in the wall.
She discovered that, at some point, the sword had also undergone certain changes.
For instance, the thick layer of rust covering it had begun peeling away, cracking inch by inch, as though it were breaking free of some restraint.
As Su Jiu watched the sword transform, she seemed almost mesmerized, her body drifting involuntarily toward the ancient blade.
Chu Luohen was the first to notice something amiss with Su Jiu. But just as he reached out to stop her, the sword flashed for no apparent reason. Only then did he notice its current appearance.
He stared for a while at the sword gradually revealing its original form, feeling that it looked somewhat familiar.
The sword beneath the rust carried no evil aura and gleamed with a faint green hue, involuntarily reminding him of a long-lost magic treasure on the spirit treasure rankings.
He had never expected it to turn up here.
He glanced again at the portion of the blade stained red by Su Jiu's blood and more or less understood why this spirit treasure had chosen her.
After removing the markings on the wall, the remaining blood Su Jiu had shed had flowed onto the blade.
Yet according to the records he remembered, this sword had developed a spirit long ago. That spirit was extremely willful and would not readily acknowledge a master. It was certainly not something anyone could claim merely by spilling a little blood.
That could only mean it had truly taken a liking