As if mocking himself, he walked up to the high platform of the main hall, where an ancient divine sword stood.
Looking at the ancient and divine sword, Jian Yan was speechless. He reached out with trembling hands to touch the old friend who would accompany him for decades to come.
Jian Yan said softly, "I'm sorry, I broke my promise."
He had made a vow to this sword in the future, but before he could fulfill it, he died prematurely on his way to the Nascent Soul stage.
Even this divine sword fell into the Sea of ​​Transformation.
"Fortunately, Heaven has given me a chance to live again. In this life, I will definitely help you break the restrictions on your body and let you once again display the supreme power of the Dao artifact!"
After saying that, Jian Yan gripped the hilt of the sword and took the ancient divine sword in his hand.
As he did this, the entire hall shook instantly and then lit up.
At the same time, a phantom divine figure appeared where the divine sword was suspended.
Upon seeing the remnant soul of the Sword Emperor, Jian Yan almost burst into tears and wanted to kneel down, but since he was not yet the other party's disciple, he did not even have the right to kneel.
The spirit manifested as an old man, his eyes sharp as sword blades, seemingly piercing through the edge of a divine sword.
Looking at Jian Yan, who was holding the divine sword, the old man spoke professionally: "How many years have passed? Finally, you have a natural sword body like mine. Little child, would you like to become my disciple and receive my inheritance?"
The old man spoke frankly, so Jianyan naturally couldn't refuse.
He knelt down with a thud and then kowtowed three times to the other person.
She looked at the old man, then choked up with tears in her eyes.
"Master!"
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