My Golden Sword had not yet fully gained sentience, but for anyone else to steal it was almost impossible.
The moment it moved, I would sense it.
This time, I had obtained the Giant Spirit Sword so easily because of Zhao Ruilin's selfish desires and distracting thoughts.
To prevent the Evil Venerable from seizing this sword, Zhao Ruilin had placed it inside this strange Black Box, cutting off its aura and also severing his connection to it.
Now that the Black Box had been opened, Zhao Ruilin could no longer clearly sense the sword from ten miles away.
He examined the Giant Spirit Sword and felt that its name was utterly at odds with its appearance.
He immediately frowned.
The aura upon the Giant Spirit Sword displeased him—cold and sinister, yet blazing hot.
It was clearly icy cold, yet gave off a scorching sensation.
It was profoundly contradictory and bizarre.
It clashed with his dignified, righteous energy.
Whoosh! The Golden Sword left its sheath and lightly thrust toward the Giant Spirit Sword.
The Giant Spirit Sword suddenly surged with red light, like a roaring blaze seeking to swallow the Golden Sword.
The Golden Sword emitted a gentle white radiance, swiftly dissolving the red light before wrapping around it and slowly invading it, inch by inch drilling inside.
The red light flickered violently, yet it was powerless to stop the white light's invasion as it steadily spread over it.
In the end, it resembled a sword of ice and snow.
Chu Zhiyuan's eyes shone like cold stars as Spiritual Power continuously poured into it, supporting the Golden Sword's exertions.
The white light originated from his Spiritual Power. Transformed by the Golden Sword, it gained stronger and more wondrous abilities, dissolving the Giant Spirit Sword's spirituality and severing its connection to its