At this moment, Li Mo realized he had never understood the Divine Sword of the Celestials.
A faint chill brushed against the back of his hand, and he felt a layer of separation being torn away between him and the Divine Sword.
In a flash, his consciousness soul suddenly became clear.
Before him was no longer the all-encompassing Eight Directions Seal, nor the domineering Jiang Yu.
Instead, it was a lavishly opulent banquet, filled with heroes, yet the atmosphere was as unpredictable as the weather.
“I’ve turned into… a sword?”
Li Mo felt his thoughts becoming dull and restrained, yet deep inside him simmered a vague desire.
He hung at the waist of a bl**d-soaked man, whose torn clothes revealed a body tough yet riddled with kn*fe and sword wounds.
The man was exhausted from the fight.
The borders were in crisis; he wasn’t even a soldier, yet he broke through countless enemies, cut his way out, and rushed thousands of miles to seek help from his closest friends, attempting to resolve the siege on the city.
Once his comrade in river-and-lake escapades, this friend had now turned into a high-ranking general.
But the friend simply presented him with fine wine, coaxing him to stay and protect himself, refusing to spare even provisions.
He was astonished and furious.
It turned out that his once-heroic friend was no longer that chivalrous wanderer who detested evil.
He laughed loudly, drew his sword, and before the guards could react, he sliced off his own finger and burst through the door, returning to a place of carnage.
Tigers and wolves fell one after another, and the sword’s edge grew more and more chipped.
In the end, ‘Li Mo’ pierced the man’s chest, helping him maintain his feeble body amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of bl**d.
Time passed, and an elegant hand lifted the sword, sending it to the Tianshan Sword Manor, where it was thrown into the furnace.
Li Mo had been a sword many times.
He once thought that the sword rhythms within the Divine Sword were left by the heroes who once wielded it; what he saw in the sword rhythms were their lives.
But now he discovered that was not the case—it was the essence of the sword itself.
Thanks to Ice Chunk helping him merge with the sword, he was currently experiencing the past life of the Divine Sword.
He had followed many people.
There were assassins on missions, hidden in maps, sent into the royal palace, only to fail; and valiant young lords declaring, “My sword has always been a boon!” as they pointed toward the peak of power…
He had been the sword that ended lives and had also experienced being forgotten, gathering dust in a sword box, even cast into a deep valley.
But ultimately, he was always picked up again by someone and thrown back into the furnace.
The first time he saw Master Du, he was just a humble apprentice named Na Niu, who, through relentless forging, became Master Du… eventually an old man.
Li Mo looked up as the hammer came crashing down again and again, forging his sword’s edge.
Even after enduring the refining process of countless treasures, he still felt the pain of relentless forging and the sublimation that followed, because this was not physical training, and the divine sword was not his true body.
He was merely using this process to resonate more profoundly with it.
At last, all impurities in the sword were gone.
The divine sword was completed, shining brilliantly.
Li Mo’s consciousness soul was the same.
In reality, his fighting spirit had finally ascended to the next level.
When his awareness returned to clarity, Li Mo looked down at the Divine Sword, which reflected a bright glow behind him.
Yes, in moments when he could no longer hold on, it was the Taiyin behind him that helped dispel his distracting thoughts, ultimately guiding his consciousness soul back, preventing him from getting lost.
Li Mo released his grip, but the Divine Sword didn’t fall; it hovered before his eyes.
From his Dantian, a sword pellet howled out, melding into the Divine Sword.
The sword sang like a breeze and burned with a faint yet eternal glow.
“What’s happening with Li Mo? He’s not actually using Qi to control the sword, is he?”
On the judge’s platform, the purple-robed eunuch didn’t detect any true essence fluctuations from Li Mo.
“The Divine Sword is completely under his control.”
Xie Yiding adjusted the scarf on his head, glancing between Ying Bing and Li Mo, saying nothing.
After all, it couldn’t be that only Jiang Yu had someone helping from outside the arena.
At that moment, he heard Du Wufeng mumbling beside him:
“Could it be that he really is a sword genius?”
Old Du murmured for a while, then slapped his own head in delight:
“Oh, I’m getting old, but that’s even better…”
Shi Sujun couldn’t forge weapons, and he didn’t know sword techniques; now Ke Mo was a win-win scenario. Across the ages, many exceptional artisans were also great swordsmen.
“Brother Ke had previously suffered from inadequate weapon control, but that’s no longer the case.”
“They say Young Hero Ke is the God Hammer Little Overlord, but in my heart, he will always be the Sword Immortal.”
Not far away, in the area where Hengyun Sword City and the Yunzhao swordsmen were gathered.
Everyone else was applauding; only the three heroes from Hengyun felt that human joys and sorrows were incomprehensible to them and found it noisy.
“Is this why you never called him the God Hammer Little Overlord?”
Cao Mu glanced at the charming little fairy, instantly feeling she was brimming with wisdom.
Could it be that the little fairy had already seen it?
“Uh… that’s right.”
Little Fairy didn’t admit to being dumb and passed it off as a beautiful misunderstanding.
“I heard this sword has never truly been controlled by anyone before; how come Ying Junior Sister can, and Ke Junior Brother can too?”
Xiao Qian asked the teacher, but the teacher couldn’t give him an answer.
So, he asked again:
“Ying Junior Sister, you know Brother Ke better; do you have any clues?”
“It’s probably because he likes him.”
The mastermind, Ice Chunk, silently received the essence of Taiyin, rubbing the big-headed infant’s head.
“Likes?”
Zhong Zhenyue said solemnly, “Then from today on, I want to like making money!”
“Hmm? How did the Divine Sword fly up to the sky?”
Huang Donglai’s sharp eyes spotted a streak of light shooting into the heavens.
Didn’t Ke Mo have complete control over the divine sword? Why did it fly away?
“What is he up to again?”
Amidst the gasps, Jiang Yu furrowed his brows, his pupils narrowing in surprise, and his heart sounded alarms.
A trace of the heavy aura of the Da Yu kingdom was once again merging with the Eight Directions Seal.
“What of mastering the Divine Sword? It’s merely the second-ranked divine weapon; as long as it’s a sword, it can’t escape the shackles of Sword Bone!”
“Who said I have to use sword techniques?”
Ke Mo laughed cheerfully, basking in the sunlight with charm.
“Holy moly, my sword!”
“This is the best sword from our village!”
“My sword costs five taels of silver each!”
“Huh? How come your swords flew away, but mine isn’t moving….”
The Divine Sword soared into the azure sky. Many swords on the participants trembled and began to chant softly, while some buzzed and flew up.
Suddenly, they realized that this was due to Ke Mo’s sword genius making a breakthrough and invoking an exceptionally strong sword technique!
“Ten Thousand Swords in the Sky?!”
“What extraordinary sword techniques!”
“But why does Brother Ke say he’s not using sword techniques?”
The swordsmen were particularly excited, as this was mostly a scene that existed only in stories.
What they didn’t realize is that this was actually hammering techniques…
When humans unleash their killing intent, heaven and earth are turned upside down.
There was no heavenly tribulation; a calamity of man was still a calamity.
Ke Mo was simply a sword genius!
