Destiny is ashes

Chapter 45: Divine Sword Spirit
"The great calamity of Huaixu."

An Jing himself had vaguely seen some fragments of these stories in ancient books, but those were ancient histories from at least tens of thousands of years ago, and many of the documents were vague.

The ancient immortals eventually drove out the demons and re-established many countries. The ancestor of Dachen was one of them. During the long Warring States Period, it eventually became the largest country in Beixuan Continent.

The content of the murals is about to end, and the further inward you go, the richer and more complete the content becomes, and some of them are even obviously the result of subsequent painting and smearing from other eras.

An Jing's expression became more serious.

Because he saw the revival of the devil.

As the long years passed, even the statue of the former sword master collapsed, and demonic energy gushed out from the Xuanming Valley, faintly forming the image of a celestial demon.

He guided the water from hundreds of rivers to wash away the Xuanming Valley, which was not originally a valley, in order to wear down the seal, intending to break the seal. However, the ancestors took advantage of this and built a large earth vein formation based on mountains and rivers, and sealed the demon again.

That is the source of the current Xuanming Valley.

"The demon actually revived once?"

An Jing whispered: "Fu Xie, weren't you awake at that time?"

"I don't know..." The sword spirit also said solemnly: "My memory... is missing too much."

"When did I break into pieces? It seemed to be some time after I killed the demon. I even remember that my fragments were enshrined here. Someone intended to use the power of the people's sacrifices and the stimulation of the demon to revive me. This is the prototype of the formation that awakened your destiny..."

"Yes, there was indeed no river in the original Hanging Life Valley. There were many sacrificial caves on both sides of the valley wall... But I really don't know the details of the second seal after the resurrection of the demon."

An Jing also nodded slightly. He actually noticed something was wrong: the hilt of the sword spirit was discovered in the northern border, which was also his hometown. It was by chance that it came to the Xuanming Valley in the northwest and was kept in the storage room of the Demon Cult.

The hidden power of the hilt has not been discovered. The main consciousness of the sword spirit is on the hilt, but the fragments have no consciousness.

Xuanming Valley was invaded by evil spirits, and the Demon Cult did not dare to enter. However, the sword spirit was able to suppress the evil spirits, which shows his control over the evil spirits.

However, the 'fragments' in the valley never reacted violently to the evil spirit, and rituals were needed to suppress it.

Although the earth sword energy summoned by the ritual formation proved that it did exist, its condition was probably not optimistic.

Speaking of which, the fragments of the sword spirit were scattered all over the place, and some were even in another world...

An Jing instinctively felt that the matter behind all this was very complicated.

Yes, the sword of a sword immortal was broken, there must be an extremely complicated background behind it.

This was the cause and effect he should bear for borrowing the power of the sword spirit, so after exhaling, he continued to move forward.

Soon, the long corridor came to an end.

A huge, completely unnatural semicircular hall appeared deep in the canyon.

There is a '√'-shaped staircase before entering the hall, so the hall is quite clean and tidy, with no signs of being flooded. The remains of a rotten futon can be vaguely seen in the center.

An Jing walked out of the corridor and came to the artificially polished semicircular hall.

Then, he saw the "divine object" placed on a towering jade altar at the deepest part of the hall.

[Blade Fragments]

A thick diamond-shaped blade that shone with silver-green light. An Jing was slightly stunned. He felt extremely familiar for a moment, as if he had seen this fragment millions of times before. But soon, he found that all this was the feeling transmitted to him by the sword spirit. The rusty sword trembled slightly in his sea of ​​consciousness: "This is my sword root... But strange, where is the protective formation?"

An Jing looked around and found that the walls and dome of the entire semicircular hall were covered with dense mountain, sea, cloud patterns, dragon seals and phoenix talismans. They vaguely formed a huge magic circle on the light green jade.

But, it didn't work.

Or rather, destroyed.

There are spreading gray-black marks on the light green jade. The jade covered by these marks is rough and dry, without any warmth or spirituality.

Just like what happens after a person dies, the jade has lost all its vitality and moisture, and over thousands of years has gradually "rotted" into its current state.

"Demon invasion." An Jing whispered, "Only the core area is still intact."

"Fortunately, it's not too late." The sword spirit was a little anxious, but calmed down: "Go and get it, An Jing, the sword holder, take down my fragments, you are qualified."

"Ah."

An Jing nodded slightly, he walked forward and came to the altar,

On the stairs, layers of jade-white halos lit up. Just as the sword spirit said, it did not stop An Jing, allowing him to reach the top of the altar smoothly.

At this moment, even with his temperament, his heartbeat quickened.

An Jing took a deep breath, suppressed his impulse, and slowly reached out to touch the fragments of the sword blade.

And at this moment, a silver light lit up.

The green color that originally covered the broken jade sword and the altar suddenly burst into a halo, illuminating the entire hemispherical cave hall, and the light green jade inside the hall also flashed brightly. The many halos intertwined and mixed, forming a fairyland like clouds and mist.

Standing in the center of the fairyland, An Jing's expression changed slightly, because with his touch, the light on the sword blade and the altar was rapidly condensing, and the originally sharp and solid silver and the warm and spiritual green were rapidly fading, turning into lifeless gray and black, like the jade on the walls corroded by the devil, like the rotten corpse of a dead person.

All the vitality and spirituality were concentrated in An Jing's hands, turning into a blurry fragment of light!

Then, the broken sword fragment flew towards An Jing's forehead with a clear arc - and then, with the help of the sword spirit, it sank into his forehead!
Without retreating, An Jing stood up straight. He raised his hand and touched his forehead. He heaved a sigh of relief when he found that there was no wound and the wetness was just cold sweat.

"You scared me, Fuxie. Don't be so exciting next time, or tell me in advance."

To be honest, An Jing hated himself for training too well. If he hadn't trained so well, he would have fallen to the ground and lay there breathing heavily.

But An Jing's horse stance was as steady as if it were made of iron, so much so that he was sweating all over and his clothes were soaked, but he still stood straight. He could only spend his strength and energy to calm his mind bit by bit.

In the sea of ​​​​gods, there was an extra section of sword body on the hilt and hilt of the Broken Blade Sword. This sword body was illusory, shining with brilliance, and releasing a trace of light silver aura. Indistinctly, it made An Jing's understanding of the "Pure and Quiet Sword View" rise a lot.

He was not worried that the sword spirit was trying to take over his body, because the sword spirit itself was also very surprised: "How could this happen... My sword body would decay and only the spirit would remain?!"

"I have already achieved immortality. Even if I am a fragment, I am eternal and indestructible. How could I be so corrupt?"

An Jing didn't know what realm the sword spirit was in back then, but the other party didn't behave in a condescending manner. He was always calm and polite in communicating and giving suggestions. This was the first time he saw the sword spirit lose its composure like this.

But even so, An Jing wanted to complain: What immortality? Wasn't your previous body just a broken rusty sword? Why are you so surprised that the blade is rotten?
But this was not the limit - the next moment, An Jing sensed the violent trembling of the broken sword in the sea of ​​​​gods, and a voice that was almost stunned and bewildered: "How, how is it possible?!"

"My sword doesn't have my memories in it?!"

(End of this chapter)