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Ye Heng returned home as dusk was approaching.

He placed the ebony box on the table; the wood grain was exceptionally clear in the light, as if it had been steeped in countless years.

Deeper still, there seemed to be an extremely faint, unusual coolness, like a dormant ice line, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

The feeling was similar to when we first met at the auction, but even clearer.

With so many people around and the likes of Sun Biao causing trouble, he could only vaguely sense it. Now, alone in a quiet room, this strangeness has nowhere to hide.

"As expected, he's not simple."

Without further hesitation, he opened the box.

The jet-black scabbard lay quietly on the dark velvet padding, dull and unremarkable.

Ye Heng did not directly grasp the hilt of the knife.

He extended his right index finger, hovering it about an inch above the scabbard, and moved it slowly. True energy seeped from his fingertip, transforming into invisible and intangible tendrils that gently enveloped and explored every inch of the scabbard.

At first, there was nothing unusual.

But Ye Heng was extremely patient.

He closed his eyes, his mind calm.

Time ticked by. In the glow of the lamp, his figure stood frozen like a sculpture.

Suddenly, a very faint ripple came from the true energy under his fingertips.

Ye Heng's spirits lifted, and his true energy became even more concentrated, flowing intently towards the spot where the ripples were appearing, like a gentle stream.

This time, the feedback was clearer.

The inside of the scabbard once contained a powerful sealing force, but now it has been completely exhausted, leaving only this almost imperceptible mark.

Ye Heng moved his fingertips along the outline of the mark.

They are not randomly distributed, but rather follow a specific direction, intertwined to form an incomplete pattern.

"It's a rune, an ancient sealing rune," Ye Heng realized.

This confirmed his initial judgment.

The scabbard itself is a magical artifact, its purpose being to seal the true power of the blade.

However, due to the passage of time, the sealing power has dissipated by 99%, leaving only this trace.

He continued his exploration, his true energy acting like the finest carving knife, gradually outlining the original forms of those ancient runes in his mind along the veins of the remaining marks.

"The script of ancient cultivators"

Ye Heng held his breath and concentrated all his attention on recognizing these words.

Master chef Ling Hanyue has a deep understanding of ancient Chinese characters.

He naturally learned this skill as well.

The first character resembles a rift tearing through the sky, or the trajectory of lightning, carrying a sense of tearing and severing.

"Heavens..." Ye Heng murmured uncertainly.

The second character, though more blurred, conveys a sense of eternity and indelibility.

"mark……?"

Tianhen.

When these two words appeared in his mind, Ye Heng felt the scabbard tremble slightly, as if a dormant ancient consciousness had been quietly stirred by the name.

"Tianhen..." he repeated softly, his fingertips gently tracing the engraving.

The name itself carries an air of aloofness and sharpness that can cleave the heavens and the earth and leave an indelible mark for eternity.

This sword is called "Heavenly Mark".

Just knowing his name gave Ye Heng a strange feeling.

Without further hesitation, he gripped the scabbard with his left hand and slowly took his right hand on the hilt wrapped with tattered silk rope.

It feels slightly heavy in the hand, more substantial than it appears.

The rough texture of the silk rope was palpable, yet it strangely adhered to my palm.

He took a deep breath, pressed his thumb against the hilt (handguard), and slowly applied force.

"bass--"

A faint yet exceptionally clear sound echoed through the quiet room.

The blade was drawn three inches from its sheath.

The exposed portion was a deep, dark black, as if it could absorb all the surrounding light.

At the edge of the blade, one can vaguely see fine, star-like dark patterns that appear and disappear with changes in angle.

Ye Heng continued to draw his sword.

The complete blade is now visible. It is about 1.2 feet long, with a simple and unadorned design.

However, Ye Heng's gaze instantly froze on the tip of the blade.

Where there should have been a sharp blade tip, there was now a neat, smooth cut.

The fracture surface is as smooth as a mirror, as if it were broken by some unimaginable force in its purest state.

There was no chipping or cracking; it was simply a clean, crisp piece that was missing.

"It's not natural wear and tear, nor is it the chipping commonly seen in combat..."

Ye Heng's heart sank.

Such a clean break means that this sword, named "Heavenly Mark," has been through an unimaginable duel of extremely high level.

The opponent's strength is at least comparable to its peak, or even... stronger.

He extended his left index finger and, with utmost care, gently touched the smooth break.

At the same time, an extremely faint yet incredibly pure and sharp "intention" came from his fingertips and instantly pierced his senses.

That was a pure sense of "slaying"!

Ignore defenses, break all laws, sever cause and effect, and even... cleave space and time!

Although as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, it carries an arrogance and determination that looks down on all things and reigns supreme.

Even this lingering trace of "intention" caused Ye Heng's mind to tremble slightly, as if he were facing a world-shaking sharpness.

Ye Heng Da Hai!

He immediately composed himself, circulated his internal energy, and resisted the impact of this wisp of intent.

Fortunately, it had indeed been worn down by time and was not very strong. It was quickly soothed and isolated by his true energy.

Still shaken.

Ye Heng stared at the broken line, unable to calm down for a long time.

It's unimaginable what level of master left behind this trace of "meaning" after thousands of years.

It still retains such power!

He was certain that, right now, the entire Blue Star, the entire Great Xia Kingdom...

You can't find such a master!

The owner of this weapon must be extraordinary to be able to fight against such a master.

This knife is absolutely a treasure, even though it is now damaged.

Ye Heng held the blade horizontally in front of his eyes and examined it carefully.

"Heavenly Mark..." he murmured to himself, his fingertips brushing against the cold blade, "Or, now I should call you 'Heavenly Mark Broken Blade'."

Ye Heng slowly sheathed his sword.

This knife, however, possesses a depth and potential far exceeding his previous expectations. Given time, if he could find the broken blade, or discover a way to repair it, or even simply further unleash its remaining power, it would be a tremendous asset.

The next day, Ye Heng woke up in the morning light.

After a quick wash, he prepared to head to the Spirit Group. Compaq had arranged a private plane for him this morning to go to the Demon Sea.

He took out his phone.

My fingertips hovered over the keyboard for a moment before I finally pressed the send button.

The message to Liu Zhixian was simple: he was going to the Demon Sea and his return date was uncertain.

Otherwise, if Liu Zhixian misunderstands and thinks that she is about to leave again without notice, she will probably be heartbroken.

As for Gong Yichu...

Ye Heng looked at the lively rabbit avatar in the chat box and remembered how she looked yesterday at the alley entrance, her eyes sparkling as she said, "I'll teach you to dance."

He rarely makes promises, and even less often breaks them.

But the Spirit Group's affairs, the threat of the Eclipse Moon, and Su Yingxue's presence in the Demon Sea—these are all far more important than a graduation ball.

He typed: "Sorry, something urgent has come up and I need to leave Nanjing for a few days. My dance class will have to be postponed."

Messages are replied to almost instantly.

"Oh? Will it take a long time? The ball isn't until two weeks from now!"

Then another message followed: "It's okay, it's okay, important things come first! You can learn it when you get back~ Be careful on the road!"

It ends with a hopping rabbit emoji.

"Okay," Ye Heng replied.

Then put the phone away.

The sky outside the window was already bright, and the hustle and bustle of Nanjing was awakening from its slumber.