Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence

Bai Xue, like a cat startled by the hideous soul body, jumped down from Shen Yuan’s shoulder, letting out a series of “Meow!” sounds and quickly hiding under the collapsed bed.

Shen Yuan, too, felt an abrupt shock in his heart. Just as he was about to take action against the soul body in front of him, the grotesque spirit spoke out pleading for mercy.

“Esteemed one, I implore you not to be petty. Please forgive me!”

“I know many secrets, including the method of controlling this sword, the method of artifact refining, and even long-lost spell-casting divine skills.

All you need to do is spare me, and I will tell you everything!”

Shen Yuan halted his ensuing action. His gaze was deep as he closely observed the ghastly soul body before him.

It seemed to have borne unimaginable tortures, its existence merely sustained by the intense resentment that lingered on its despicable soul body.

But there was no cultivation or Mana on it at all, not resembling a ghost cultivator, but closer to the soul of an ordinary person whose spirit had left body.

Moreover, the ugly soul body seemed to connect with the Candle Dragon Immortal Sword’s aura, even relying on the yin cold qi emanating from the sword to some extent.

In this, there was a kind of aura that was somewhat familiar to Shen Yuan.

Suddenly, Shen Yuan’s gaze fell on Old Master Fu, who had already collapsed in the room.

The possessing soul had vanished from Old Master Fu’s body, and his own soul was gradually awakening.

A revelation sparked in Shen Yuan’s eyes, “So, it was you!”

This grotesque soul body was the one who had previously taken possession of Old Master Fu.

“I thought you controlled this sword, but it turns out you sacrificed your body to use the power of this sword to possess another.

Your soul dwells within the sword. Throughout the possession, the sword cannot leave the body, or you would fail and be forced back into the sword.

This is why you suddenly lost control of Old Master Fu’s body when I trapped the Bronze Ancient Sword.”

At this point, Shen Yuan couldn’t help but marvel.

“I thought you had some talent to subdue this sword. It seemed you were its master on the surface, but in essence, you were just a sword slave attached to the sword.”

The sword slave dared not refute anything. He squeezed a pleasing smile onto his ugly face and said:

“Indeed, your knowledge is vast. People like us, who have no hope for longevity, can only choose such a desperate path in the hope of embarking on the road of cultivation.”

“Thousands of years ago, the Immortals predicted the impending depletion of Spirit Energy and cooperated with the local deity to instigate the Spirit Energy Tidal Surge, making it return every three thousand years.

This sword has undergone countless eras of Spirit Energy depletion. Despite the sword being broken and battered, it still possesses the power of a magical treasure, reflecting its extraordinary origin.

It took me several decades of painstaking research to find a way to sacrifice my body and gain a modicum of control over the Ancient Sword during the era of Spirit Energy depletion.

I now realize I’ve offended you. I was entirely ignorant of your greatness. I’m willing to voluntarily become your sword slave to aid you in wielding this sword.”

The sword slave kept a very low profile, but at the same time, he subtly reminded Shen Yuan that common methods could not control the Candle Dragon Immortal Sword.

Only with the help of him, who had already transformed into a sword slave, was it possible to harness this Immortal Sword.

It was his lifeline. If Shen Yuan truly wanted to obtain this precious magical treasure, he had to spare his life.

Shen Yuan subtly raised his eyebrows. It was the first time he had heard of the Spirit Energy Tidal Surge returning every three thousand years, and the sword slave possessed a lot of valuable information. This alone added significant value to him.

“You’re right. The fastest way for me to master this sword is indeed through controlling it with your help.

Moreover, I’m very interested in the information you know.”

The sword slave’s face immediately brightened, but the next second, Shen Yuan suddenly changed his tone.

“However, compared to a magical treasure that I can’t fully control, I prefer to strangle the danger in the cradle.”

The smile on the sword slave’s face turned into panic. His soul hurriedly retreated into the Candle Dragon Immortal Sword and yelled out:

“Don’t think that because you were able to defeat me when I had a physical body, you can kill me.

The grade of this sword far exceeds your imagination. As long as the sword itself isn’t damaged, your methods can’t harm me at all!”

Shen Yuan held the Candle Dragon Immortal Sword in his left hand. His gaze then turned to Fu Hua, whose expression was somewhat frantic and seemed to be lost in thought.

“Is there a quiet room?”

Startled awake from his bold fantasies, Fu Hua quickly replied affirmatively.

“Yes! Of course, yes!”

Fu Hua then hastily walked ahead to guide Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan, wielding the Candle Dragon Immortal Sword, followed behind as Fu Hua led him to a room in a corner on the second floor.

“This is a quiet room prepared by my father in advance. Servants clean it all the time, it should be usable.”

“Dare I ask, Teacher Shen, is there anything else you need to prepare?”

Shen Yuan shook his head, walked into the quiet room, and Fu Hua tactfully left.

Just then, Shen Yuan seemed to remember something and opened his mouth to Fu Hua:

“Old Master Fu’s condition has improved, and the injuries on his right hand are not serious for him now. Just proper rest and recuperation should suffice.”

Upon hearing this, Fu Hua’s face immediately showed ecstatic joy.

Just after the fight had ended, seeing Old Master Fu lying in a pool of blood, Fu Hua thought that Shen Yuan was unable to save the old master.

Now that he had heard Shen Yuan’s response, it was nothing short of a pleasant surprise.

“Thankyou, Teacher Shen!”

Fu Hua thanked him repeatedly, Shen Yuan, however, dismissively waved it aside and then closed the quiet room.

This room had been specially modified, and the sounds from the surroundings disappeared the moment the door closed.

In the center of the quiet room was an incense burner and a cushion, where Shen Yuan sat cross-legged, holding the Candle Dragon Immortal Sword.

The sharp voice of the sword slave within the Immortal Sword was still clamoring.

“Don’t waste your effort. Regardless of your tactics, you absolutely won’t be able to harm this immortal sword.”

“The power of this sword far exceeds your imagination. If we unite our forces, there’s a potential to glimpse the Refining Qi to Spirit Transmutation Stage in the future.”

“Carrying on like this, we will only both suffer.”

Shen Yuan didn’t pay attention to the sword slave’s words.

His gaze fell on the system interface, and he chanted in his heart,

“Claim reward.”

The next moment, a small, delicate, nearly transparent flying sword appeared in front of Shen Yuan.

The flying sword was no longer than a finger. The instant it appeared, it turned into a streak of light, piercing into Shen Yuan’s forehead. Then, Shen Yuan could clearly feel the flying sword appearing on his Spiritual Platform.

Sword Techniques (Earth Fiend Thirty-eighth): Union of the sword and Elemental Qi using the will. This is the source of all sword techniques in the world. Regardless of the countless variations it undergoes, a sword created by the Primordial Spirit can break it with one stroke!

The seed of Earth Fiend Sword Art merged into Shen Yuan’s Spiritual Platform, and Shen Yuan’s inner and outer aura began to transform.

At this moment, he seemed to become a sword, transforming into the source of countless sword techniques. All laws and Divine Skills would bow before him.

For some reason, the sword slave hidden in the Candle Dragon Immortal Sword felt a tinge of fear at this moment.

“No! Impossible! The Spirit Energy Tidal Surge just returned, absolutely no one could control this sword.”

Shen Yuan brushed the scabbard, his index finger lightly snapping off the Candle Dragon Immortal Sword.

“Darkness-Light, it’s time to wake up!”

A dragon chant that seemed to come from beyond the clouds echoed across the land. The rusty scabbard began to tremble violently, like a chained Divine Dragon trying to shake off its fetters.

The divine sword, which had been silent for eons, wanted to return to the world.

Thousands of miles away, in one of the Sword Tombs of the grotto heavens sacred ground of Great Xia, countless renowned swords were resonating, seemingly greeting the return of the unrivaled Immortal Sword.

The many powerful beings within the grotto heavens watched helplessly as everything unfolded before their eyes, while more people forcefully suppressed their legally bound swords, preventing them from joining the resonant chorus of swords.

The chant of the swords circled the grotto heavens, uninterrupted for three days!

And thousands of miles away, the Candle Dragon Immortal Sword in Shen Yuan’s hand ultimately fell silent once again. The shackles of eons proved difficult to shake off.

Only at the hilt of the sword, a spot of mottled rust fell off, quickly dissipating in the air.

And with it, that sword slave’s soul, already shattered in the chorus of swords, also dissipated.