Ye Weiyang smiled sadly and said, "By now, everyone should know what our final auction lot will be. This is not its first appearance at the Temple Alliance Grand Auction House, but that additional condition has caused it to go unsold every time. I truly hope it can find someone destined for it. If any honored guest can break the divine sword's seal, our auction house will pay one-third of the total cost as a token of our respect for the sword."
She lifted the red cloth, revealing an ancient wooden box. Reddish brown in color, it bore no elaborate patterns, but an air of age and weathered simplicity emanated from it. Clearly, it had a long history.
The appearance of this lot startled Jiang Feng. By this point, he could naturally guess what lay inside the wooden box.
Ye Weiyang opened the box, revealing a pitch-black heavy sword of simple, ancient design. Its total length was four feet and two inches, with a hilt one foot and two inches long and a blade three feet long. The blade was fully four fingers wide.
The sword looked utterly unremarkable, yet seemed filled with boundless might.
It exuded no overpowering aura, only a sense of somber solemnity.
The Goddess of Light's Aria was known as a divine artifact that was not a divine artifact.
Two hundred years earlier, the Knight Temple had possessed two Divine Seal Knights. Yet neither of them had ranked first in close combat within the Alliance. That distinction had belonged to Light Sword God Ye Wushang of the Warrior Temple.
Legend had it that Ye Wushang had slept holding a sword at three, begun studying swordsmanship at six, and entered the path of spiritual cultivation through the sword at nine. His spiritual power had grown explosively, allowing