A thousand years ago, the man in white, wielding a sword, stood atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. With a single sword strike, he shattered the demon's body.
The second sword strike destroyed most of his soul.
If that person hadn't tried to extract information from him, he wouldn't even have been able to leave behind this wisp of his soul.
After a brief period of fear, the resentment that had been building up for millennia finally erupted.
" Luo Wuxu, you despicable scoundrel!"
The demonic soul struggled frantically, roaring at the Abyss-Devouring Sword: "You promised me that if I revealed the location of the Demon Race Sacred Land ruins, you would release me back to the Western Continent! But you severed my physical body and imprisoned me here with Soul-Locking Formation."
"You treacherous and despicable scoundrel, get out here right now!"
The formation was activated by his soul power.
Dozens of golden chains emerged from the void and lashed at the demon soul.
The demon's soul was nearly destroyed, and its wails echoed throughout the abyss.
After a long time, the formation finally calmed down again.
The demon soul, panting, raised its head, the madness in its eyes gradually replaced by confusion.
"Wrong."
" The Abyss-Devouring Sword is never far from Luo Wuxu's side. Since this sword has fallen into the hands of a Spirit Martial Realm youth, why hasn't Luo Wuxu shown himself?"
He stared at Chu Yunfei, his soul power cautiously probing the surroundings.
There was no aura of a strong person present.
There were no traces of Luo Wuxu's soul left around.
The demonic spirit remained silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into a joyful, maniacal laugh.
"Dead!"
" Luo Wuxu, you're finally dead!"
His laughter made his very soul tremble, and the golden chains rattled shrilly once more.
"Back then, you boasted that you could crush all enemies with a single sword Canglan, and even the Demon Emperor died by the Abyss-Devouring Sword. But what was the result? In the end, you met your demise! And the Abyss-Devouring Sword fell into the hands of an ant!"
His laughter grew increasingly manic, and his soul trembled violently.
The array patterns below the platform were triggered, and countless golden whips of light extended from the stone wall, lashing out at the demon soul one after another.
Each lash tears away a portion of the soul power.
The demonic soul screamed repeatedly, forced to suppress its emotions.
By the time the formation calmed down again, his soul had dimmed considerably.
A thousand years of imprisonment had left him with almost no soul power.
If he continues to tamper with the formation, he will be annihilated sooner or later.
The demonic soul looked at the Abyss-Devouring Sword, and the pleasure in its eyes quickly turned into resentment.
" Luo Wuxu has perished, and this sword has lost its master. In that case, I will destroy the sword he left behind, so that he cannot leave even the last trace of himself in this world."
He raised his right hand and slowly grasped the Abyss-Devouring Sword.
A surge of soul power extended from the high platform and wrapped around the hilt of the Abyss-Devouring Sword.
The Abyss-Devouring Sword trembled slightly, then detached from the ground and flew towards the stone platform.
The demonic soul initially intended to destroy it directly, but as the Abyss-Devouring Sword approached, it quickly sensed something amiss.
The surface of the sword is covered with layers of ancient seals.
These seals overlapped, completely locking away the true power of the Abyss-Devouring Sword.
The power it can now display is probably less than one ten-thousandth of its peak strength.
What surprised the demon soul even more was that it could not sense the presence of a complete sword spirit within the Abyss-Devouring Sword.
A sealed divine weapon without a sword spirit.
He stared at the dark blade so close to his eyes, his resentment gradually replaced by ecstatic joy.
"Heaven has not forsaken me!"
The demon chuckled softly, a plan quickly forming in its mind.
His physical body had already been shattered by Luo Wuxu, and his soul was restricted by the Soul-Locking Formation, making it impossible for him to leave the stone platform.
However, if he voluntarily becomes the sword spirit of the Abyss-Devouring Sword, he can entrust his soul to the sword.
With his profound spiritual foundation at the Dao Mysterious Realm, he was confident he could break part of the seal on the Abyss-Devouring Sword. Once he restored even a trace of the sword's power, the Soul-Locking Formation outside would be no threat.
After the formation was broken, he then seized the body of that Flawless Spirit Physique.
Although the physical body of the Flawless Spirit Physique was too weak, the girl was young, but her foundation was exceptionally strong.
Once he leaves this place, he has plenty of ways to find rare and precious materials to rebuild his foundation.
As for whether he would lose his freedom after becoming a sword spirit, he wasn't worried.
The Abyss-Devouring Sword has no master.
Once he successfully breaks the formation, the mark inside the sword can be slowly erased, allowing it to still detach from the sword.
They even gradually gained control of this supreme and deadly sword that once struck fear into the hearts of the Vast Waves Domain.
The more the demon spirit thought about it, the more excited it became.
The freedom he had been imprisoned for a thousand years was now before him, and he was unwilling to waste another moment.
" Luo Wuxu, you probably never dreamed that the sword that once killed me would become the tool for my escape today."
"From this day forward, I am the new master of the Abyss Swallower!"
The demon soul formed a complex hand seal.
The remaining soul power surged from his body, transforming into countless dark red threads that drilled into the interior of the Abyss-Devouring Sword.
He used the Spirit Transformation Method, a secret technique passed down among the Demon Race.
This technique can forcibly fuse a complete divine soul with a weapon, and upon success, it will become the weapon's sword spirit.
At first, everything went smoothly.
The moment the soul power touched the sword, the Abyss-Devouring Sword showed no resistance.
The power within the sword did not awaken.
The initial wariness in the demon's heart gradually disappeared.
In his view, the Abyss-Devouring Sword had been sealed for many years and had long lost its former power.
This young man at the Spirit Martial Realm couldn't even break the seal, so naturally he couldn't truly control it.
"There was no contingency plan left by that guy inside the sword!"
The demon was overjoyed and did not hesitate to increase the amount of soul power it poured in.
More and more dark red soul power flowed into the sword.
His soul also became thinner as a result.
After nearly half of his soul power merged into the Abyss-Devouring Sword, the dark longsword, which had been silent all along, suddenly emitted a deep sword cry.
The joy in the demon's eyes faltered.
What happened?
He tried to reclaim his soul power, only to find that the soul power that had entered the Abyss-Devouring Sword had lost contact with him.
The next moment, a terrifying devouring power erupted from the depths of the sword.
The demon's soul suddenly tilted forward.
The golden chains wrapped around him were taut, causing the entire stone platform to shake violently.
Stop!
The demon's expression changed drastically, and his hands rapidly formed hand seals. "I mean no harm, I only wish to become your sword spirit. If we join forces, we can surely recreate our former glory!"
The Abyss-Devouring Sword did not respond.
One after another, the dark gold patterns on the sword's blade lit up.
The power to devour then surged.
The demonic soul injected into the Abyss-Devouring Sword's soul power was instantly devoured. Immediately afterwards, that power, through the connection between him and the Abyss-Devouring Sword, began to frantically tear at his physical body.
The demon's body was stretched and twisted into a deformed shape.
"Impossible!"
" Luo Wuxu has already perished, and the sword spirit has long since vanished. What right do you have to revive on your own!"
The demonic soul struggled desperately, trying to sever the connection of soul power between the two.
The Abyss-Devouring Sword, like a ferocious beast that had been starving for ten thousand years, clung tightly to his soul. No matter what secret techniques he used, he could not weaken its devouring power in the slightest.
The golden chains surrounding the stone platform also lit up at that moment.
The formation sensed the demonic soul attempting to break through the seal, and dozens of golden rays descended simultaneously.
The Abyss-Devouring Sword devours them from the front, while the array suppresses them from the rear.
The demon soul was immediately plunged into a desperate situation.
His soul, which was already close to solidifying, is now becoming transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"No!"
The demonic soul let out a mournful roar, "I have endured a thousand years of torment, and finally have the chance to escape. I cannot die here!"
His gaze suddenly fell on the blood-red longsword on the stone wall.
That sword was named Weeping Blood; it was his natal sword during his lifetime.
After Luo Wuxu suppressed him, he did not destroy the Weeping Blood Sword, but instead nailed it into the core of the formation, using its Yao Qi to maintain the operation of the entire formation.
As long as he can control the Weeping Blood Sword to sever his connection with the Abyss-Devouring Sword, he will still have a chance to live.
The demonic soul gritted its teeth and used its last wisp of soul power to forcibly awaken the Weeping Blood Sword.
Buzz!
The blood-red sword trembled violently.
The cracks on the stone wall spread rapidly in all directions.
A moment later, the Weeping Blood Sword flew out from the stone wall, carrying a monstrous blood aura as it slashed towards the Abyss-Devouring Sword.
A final glimmer of hope appeared in the demon's eyes.
The Weeping Blood Sword had been with him in battle for many years and had long since reached the level of a Heavenly-grade spiritual weapon. Even after being worn down by the formation for ten thousand years, its remaining power was still enough to easily kill a martial artist in the Divine Sea Realm.
The Abyss-Devouring Sword in front of them is still sealed. As long as the Weeping Blood Sword strikes the sword, the connection between their soul powers will be forcibly severed.
" Weeping Blood Sword, slay me!"