Chapter 929 The Real Body of the Sword Master?
Chapter 929 The Real Body of the Sword Master?
The next moment, Ding Hao pressed the blue Primordial Concentrated Ore on the Devil Saber and the Rusted Sword.
This was not the end.
Ding Hao exerted strength with both palms and rubbed them on the edges of the blades. Suddenly, red blood spurted out and stained the Primordial Concentrated Ore as well as the Devil Saber and the Rusted Sword.
Then, something magical happened.
The blood merged with the Primordial Concentrated Ore. As if it were alive, the Primordial Concentrated Ore spread automatically toward the blades of the Devil Saber and the Rusted Sword. There seemed to be blood threads growing out of the ore and they wrapped around the Devil Saber and the Rusted Sword. They looked as if they were about to seep into the blades of the saber and sword.
Ding Hao did not hesitate and immediately ran the pithy formula taught by the Sword Master.
In his sea of consciousness, Divine Senses began to run like a galaxy vortex.
Ding Hao slowly closed his eyes.
The moment he closed his eyes, he could only see darkness.
Then, the darkness quickly changed, and everything disappeared, replaced by a vast world of ice and snow. The cold wind was whistling, and snowflakes and ice flakes were dancing wildly. Everything under the sky seemed to be frozen. The sky was pitch dark, and the ground was snow-white, forming a strange color contrast.
This world was suffused with a pathetic aura.
"This is… the time in the Rusted Sword!"
Ding Hao was stunned for a moment and suddenly realized that everything in front of him was the world inside the sword, which the Sword Master had mentioned before. As a forbidden weapon, the Rusted Sword contained a small world inside it. He activated the pithy formula left by the Sword Master just now and finally entered the inner small world of the Rusted Sword with the Primordial Concentrated Ore and his own blood as media.
The first step was completed.
Ding Hao was a little curious. The Rusted Sword was so powerful. What kind of secret was it hiding? Could he find its origin this time?
He soon found that he was completely like an outsider of the scene. The snowflakes passed through his body as if through the air. He looked at everything in a daze. Suddenly, there was a hurricane, and ice cubes and snowflakes were dancing in the air.
It was because it was not his real body that had entered the small world inside the Rusted Sword.
Instead, his Divine Senses had entered this world.
With a deafening rumble, even the ice mountains were blown away by the hurricane and flew high into the sky. They kept colliding and then broke into pieces. Ice flakes splashed in all directions. It looked as if it were the doomsday. The wind force was so strong that it was beyond the normal laws of physics.
The ice and snow on the ground were lifted layer by layer.
Then something below that greatly shocked Ding Hao was revealed—
It was a giant human-shaped corpse!
The corpse was so huge that it was completely beyond Ding Hao’s imagination. It was too huge. Ding Hao was high in the air. When he looked down, he seemed to see a vast continent. He could only vaguely recognize it as a corpse from the outline.
The wind blew up the ice mountains and snow and stirred the long hair and the beard of the giant corpse. It looked as if the sea were boiling.
Looking at it, Ding Hao became more and more shocked.
He didn’t know how horrible this giant was when he was alive. At this time, even if he was dead, he was still emitting a kind of pressure so terrifying and suffocating. He suddenly realized that the hurricane was not naturally formed, but it was the turbulence in the air caused by the remnant pressure of the corpse.
Upon closer inspection, the giant’s face could be clearly seen. He was an extremely burly giant. His eyebrows were like forests in the mountains, and his nose was like a peak that supported the sky. He was just like the legendary Pan Gu, the creator of the universe, in his previous life.
"I see. It turns out that every time I activated the Rusted Sword, the forbidden power I exerted was actually released from this corpse…" Ding Hao suddenly realized it.
The power of the Rusted Sword was the remnant pressure of this huge corpse. Every time he injected his Qi into the Rusted Sword to activate it, he actually released the power of the pressure of the corpse through the Rusted Sword… This was
Just the power of the remnant pressure of the corpse was enough to defeat a God Realm Master. How terrible was the power of this corpse when he was alive?
What realm had he reached?
Could he be… an immortal?
Only the legendary immortals, who were supreme beings, would still have such power of remnant pressure, even if they had been dead for tens of thousands of years. There was no other explanation.
Ding Hao felt numb in his brain.
He had never expected that there was such a secret in the small world inside the Rusted Sword. There was such a terrifying corpse. He must have been very famous when he was alive, even the supreme master of a world. Why was he buried in this small world inside the Rusted Sword?
With the outbreak of pressure storm, Ding Hao felt that he was like a piece of rice skin in the storm. Gradually, he became unable to withstand it. His body seemed to be about to be torn apart.
"Oh no, although my Divine Senses have reached the ‘One in True Self’ realm and are more solid than those of ordinary God Realm Masters, under the terrifying pressure of a corpse that seemed to belong to an immortal, it is still difficult for them to hold on. They are about to disperse!"
Ding Hao was terrified and quickly rose into the air, trying his best to avoid being swept by the pressure storm.
Once he was torn into pieces, it meant that his Divine Senses were dispersed. In that way, he couldn’t go on to stay in the small world inside the Rusted Sword. The attempt this time would be a failure. Not only was the Sword Master unable to enter the Rusted Sword, but his Divine Senses would also be seriously injured.
"Is this the danger that the Sword Master has mentioned before?" To some extent, Ding Hao understood what he meant.
"This place is too dangerous. Your Divine Senses can’t hold on for more than an hour. Don’t stay here for too long. Hurry up and find the Sword Soul…" The voice of the Sword Master sounded in Ding Hao’s mind.
With a stir of Ding Hao’s mind, he moved his attention away from the huge corpse that seemed to belong to an immortal. He started to look for the Sword Soul of the Rusted Sword.
According to the Sword Master, the quality of the Rusted Sword was extremely high. For such a high-level weapon, it would have a Sword Soul of the Sword Spirit in it. However, because of the severe damage, the Sword Soul of the Sword Spirit in the Rusted Sword either had died or was sleeping in an extremely weak state.
Ding Hao had to find the place where the Sword Soul of the Sword Spirit had perished or was in a deep sleep in the small world inside the Rusted Sword. Only in this way could he lead the Sword Master into this place. The Sword Master would replace it to become a new Sword Soul of the Sword Spirit.
Ding Hao searched in this small world of ice and snow.
After about 30 minutes, the snow, the hailstones, and the colliding ice mountains all fell back to the ground. The huge corpse stopped emitting pressure and was covered by snow and ice again. Ding Hao guessed that the corpse that seemed to belong to an immortal might burst out pressure intermittently.
After an unknown period of time, Ding Hao finally arrived at an ice peak that towered into the clouds like a sharp sword.
A cluster of soft and weak brilliance was flickering on the top of the ice peak.
"That’s the Sword Soul of the Sword Spirit of the Rusted Sword. Move closer carefully." The Sword Master sounded a little excited.
With a stir of Ding Hao’s mind, he rose into the sky and instantly arrived at the peak of the sword-like ice peak. The peak was as thin as a needle, and no one could stand on it.
A cluster of silver brilliance as soft as the lingering light of the setting sun was flickering on the tip of the ice peak.
Ding Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and observed it carefully.
The cluster of brilliance was about two or three meters in diameter and was oval in shape. It was floating and flickering on the tip of the sword-like ice peak. There was an extremely weak aura expanding and shrinking, and there was no consciousness fluctuation. It simply looked like something without life.
"It is already dead…" The Sword Master sighed.
The Sword Soul of the Sword Spirit of the Rusted Sword had no consciousness fluctuation, which indicated that it had died a long time ago. The cluster of silver brilliance was the last trace it had left in the small world inside the Rusted Sword, which proved that it had existed before. It had lost control of the Rusted Sword.
"The white brilliance is the primordial Sword Spirit Embryo, which is the most primitive foundation for the formation of the Sword Spirit in every divine sword. It has no consciousness or soul. It is only a cluster of spiritual Qi and the embodiment of the vitality of a sword." The Sword Master’s voice sounded and he explained, "Only the divine sword that can produce the Sword Spirit Embryo can obtain a will really belonging to itself. Once the owner of the sword forms a connection and resonance with this will, he can reach the realm of the unity of man and sword. He can control the divine sword at will and exert the greatest power of the sword."
With this solemn voice, the image of a handsome young man appeared before Ding Hao’s eyes.
He was wearing a tall hat and an ancient golden dragon-shaped hairpin had pierced through the hat like a golden silk thread. A piece of jade of primitive simplicity was inlaid on the hair clip above his eyebrows. His robe and belt were fluttering in the wind. He looked like an erudite scholar, who was gentle and refined in manner. His brilliant smile gave people a feeling of bathing in the spring breeze.
Ding Hao was stunned and immediately recognized him. Dumbfounded, he said, "You… are… the Sword Master?"
The scholar smiled faintly and said, "Yes, it’s me."
Ding Hao opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say.
He had imagined for thousands of times the image of this cynical old monster, but he never thought that the latter was such a handsome young man who looked erudite and was gentle and refined in manner. The impression the old monster gave people was completely inconsistent with his previous style of speaking and doing things.
"Are you surprised?" The Sword Master smiled faintly, and suddenly there was a hint of pride in the depths of his eyes. He said, "Hahaha, young man, don’t be enchanted by my handsome appearance and elegant temperament. In fact, I am a very ordinary man."
Ding Hao was speechless.
"I’m not enchanted by you. I just feel that your appearance is not in line with your pettiness, okay?" Ding Hao didn’t tell him what he was really thinking.
Right at this moment—
"Bullshit! You are really an old guy who values face even in death. You’re tens of thousands of years old. Do you dare to show people your real face?" The Saber Master’s voice suddenly sounded. She sneered and said, "For your poor vanity, you used your former master’s appearance to deceive Little Chap Ding. I can’t stand it anymore."
The Sword Master was stunned and suddenly burst into anger. He said, "You damned crazy woman. You’re ruining my plan again. What’s wrong with me being tens of thousands of years old? Huh? Aren’t you more than ten thousand years old? A 10,000-year-old man is like a sturdy tower, and a 10,000-year-old woman is like beancurd dregs. You’d better take care of yourself first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the brilliance dissipated with a bang and the handsome scholar’s shadow disappeared.