Hurry up, acknowledge the Lord.
Yun Qian reached out somewhat blankly, her fingertips lightly touching the small black sword behind her head. It felt cool and metallic, intertwined with her hair, as if it had always been there. Her expression was complex, tinged with a hint of helplessness.
So... they've been forcibly attached to me?
Before her thoughts could be sorted out, the scene before her suddenly changed, plunging into darkness as if ink had faded. When her vision cleared again, Yun Qian found herself in a space completely different from before—the ninth floor of the Treasure Pavilion.
Although it was her first time entering the treasure pavilion, she was able to immediately pinpoint her location. This was not only because the spiritual energy on this floor far surpassed that of other places, but also because she spotted Qin Wu standing in the center of the floor at a glance.
According to the original story, Qin Wuzheng obtained the divine sword that was destined to intertwine with his fate on the ninth floor of this treasure pavilion.
Before them, dozens of magical artifacts of various shapes and radiant light were suspended silently in the air, supported by an invisible array. They resembled stars in the night sky, emitting light that was sometimes gentle and sometimes sharp. These divine artifacts possessed their own spirit, yet at this moment they were bound by the array, awaiting the selection of their destined master.
The brightly lit and colorful space here contrasts sharply with the dark, desolate, and enclosed space with only a black sword just moments before.
Yun Qian's doubts deepened. What exactly was that dark space? It didn't seem to belong to the normal array sequence of the treasure pavilion.
At this moment, most of the divine artifacts within the level were clearly focused on Qin Wu. Various treasures surrounded him, their spiritual light flowing and emitting a soft hum, as if they were vying to show themselves off, hoping to gain the favor of this exceptionally talented young man.
Qin Wu's cultivation was still shallow, and he was surrounded by so many divine artifacts containing powerful spiritual energy, so his senses were inevitably disturbed, and he did not immediately notice that there was another person in the space.
However, the artifacts have a much more acute sense of perception.
The moment Yun Qian's figure quietly appeared, the treasures that had been surrounding Qin Wu seemed to sense the attraction of a more powerful and primal force. They all changed direction, and with flashing spiritual light, they converged on Yun Qian like a hundred birds paying homage to a phoenix!
Noticing the artifact's unusual movement, Qin Wu suddenly turned around.
Yun Qian stood quietly not far behind him, her expression calm and serene. Her pale dress, illuminated by the radiant light emanating from the numerous divine artifacts, seemed to be draped in flowing starlight. Surrounded by those powerful treasures, she remained composed, as if she were born to be at the center of the stars.
He had already heard from Senior Brother Baiji that Senior Sister Yun Qian was exceptionally talented, having broken through to the Nascent Soul stage in just over a decade of cultivation. The Nascent Soul stage... that was a level of existence that was among the top in the current cultivation world. Witnessing the divine artifact move because of it now added an even more direct shock.
Qin Wu's attention was completely drawn to Yun Qian, so he naturally ignored the fact that not far in front of him, the seemingly most ancient and even somewhat broken divine sword was emitting an increasingly rapid and loud hum! The sound was no longer peaceful, but instead carried a kind of provocative anger!
The change occurred in that instant!
The ancient divine sword suddenly erupted! Without the slightest warning, the sword transformed into a dazzling stream of light that tore through space, carrying overwhelming sword intent and ancient pressure, like a thunderclap from the heavens, piercing straight towards Yun Qian's face! Its speed far exceeded what the naked eye could perceive!
Although Yun Qian was startled, she remained calm. Her instinctive reactions, honed through years of dealing with heavenly tribulations, allowed her to dodge to the side at the critical moment!
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The sharp blade grazed her temple, and a few strands of her severed hair slowly drifted down.
Yun Qian felt a chill run down her spine. The power of this divine sword was so domineering.
Before she could think further, the divine sword drew a tricky arc in mid-air, its momentum rising again, and the second strike arrived! This time, the sword intent was even more concentrated, as if it had locked onto her.
Yun Qian's eyes narrowed, and the wooden sword that had been carried behind her was suddenly drawn. It arrived first despite being behind, and it was perfectly positioned in front of her. The simple and unadorned wooden sword collided violently with the dazzling blade of the divine sword!
Clang—!!!
A visible shockwave of spiritual energy erupted from the point where the two swords clashed! The powerful shockwave swept outwards like a tsunami, and the divine artifacts that had been surrounding Yun Qian were all repelled by this brute force, their spiritual light trembling wildly!
Even Qin Wu, who was not far away, was slammed against the wall behind him by the shockwave. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out uncontrollably. His internal organs felt as if they had been displaced, causing him excruciating pain.
He forced himself to stand up, staggering, and looked toward the eye of the storm.
Yun Qian held the wooden sword, which looked like it could shatter at any moment, with one hand. Her body was as steady as a rock. She actually used her powerful spiritual energy at the Nascent Soul stage to withstand the unreserved and crazy attack of the ancient divine sword!
The entire ninth level of space was now filled with two completely different yet equally terrifying true energies, colliding, squeezing, and tearing at each other! Even the ancient formation that maintained this level of space began to emit faint cracking sounds as it was overwhelmed, its light flickering erratically.
As Yun Qian continuously poured pure spiritual energy into the wooden sword to resist the seemingly endless attacks of the divine sword, she thought to herself.
Why did this divine sword suddenly launch such a fierce attack on her? Was it because of... the black sword that had just forcibly recognized her as its master behind her head?
That black sword was already quite sinister, with a strange aura. If it truly was a remnant of some ancient, malevolent artifact... then it would make sense for this righteous divine sword to be so hostile. It seems this thing must not be used lightly.
However, the power of the divine sword was extraordinary. Even with her Nascent Soul stage cultivation, such a pure clash of power couldn't last long. If the stalemate continued, exhaustion of spiritual energy and damage to her internal organs would be inevitable.
The thought of Bai Chuan's bowls of bitter medicine that made one's tongue numb sent a chill down Yun Qian's spine.
After drinking for so long, she really, really didn't want to drink anymore!
Once she made up her mind, Yun Qian suddenly turned her head to look at Qin Wu, whose mouth was stained with blood and who was intently watching the battle, and asked in a loud voice, "What do you think of this sword?"
Qin Wu was taken aback by the abrupt question and subconsciously looked at the divine sword that was still attacking wildly, its sword light dazzling.
No one doesn't yearn for great power, especially an ancient divine weapon brimming with righteous spirit and unparalleled might. He had always longed for this sword.
"Hurry!" Yun Qian's voice urges without room for argument, "Make it recognize you as its master! Hold onto it, take control of it!"
Qin Wu instantly understood Yun Qian's intention. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes. Without further hesitation, he endured the excruciating pain that felt like his body was being torn apart and the terrifying pressure that almost crushed his soul. He strode forward and reached out his hand towards the trembling, radiant divine sword!
With each step he took closer, the oppressive aura grew heavier, causing his bones to groan. But he gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and concentrated his life's will into his fingertips, finally grasping the hilt of the sword, which was as hot as a branding iron and trembled as if it were alive!
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