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Yan Changting set down the Xie Yue Fragment and glanced at the imposing God-Slaying Pestle, instantly filled with rage.
With a powerful strike, he brought his palm down, smashing the God-Slaying Pestle to the ground. It shattered completely, and from the fracture six feet away, a searing black substance began to flow out.
The Xie Yue Fragment was pressed tightly against the broken God-Slaying Pestle, and as the black substance poured out, it merged into the God-Slaying Pestle.
Everyone watched in astonishment, eagerly anticipating the miraculous transformation that would follow.
Once the Xie Yue Fragment had fully integrated into the God-Slaying Pestle, the pestle became transparent, revealing the shadow of a sword within.
That sword must be the Xie Yue Sword.
Through the light and shadow, one could still see the fracture on the Xie Yue Sword, but the remaining black substance slowly filled in the crack, repairing it.
At that moment, everyone ceased their thoughts and gazed at the transformation unfolding before them…
Yan Changting looked at the sword body within the God-Slaying Pestle, feeling a sense of familiarity. Surely, the Xie Yue Sword would be restored.
Before long, the fracture on the Xie Yue Sword vanished, and in an instant, the entire sword disappeared…
Without any warning, there was no longer any movement from the God-Slaying Pestle…
Yan Changting picked up the God-Slaying Pestle and peered inside through the break but found no trace of a sword. Hadn't the Xie Yue Sword been clearly restored? Why was it like this?
In a fit of anger, Yan Changting hurled the God-Slaying Pestle into the air, preparing to smash it completely to see what lay inside.
However, as it soared upward, the God-Slaying Pestle stopped descending.
It automatically compressed from its original massive form into a slender wooden stick and then slowly began to take on a sword shape.
Yan Changting was overjoyed and leaped lightly to match its height.
Beikun and several sect leaders sensed that this sword would become a newly born divine artifact!
The sword is king among all weapons, and many cultivators wield swords. Even if a sect specializes in staff techniques or fist techniques, there will always be disciples who use swords. Thus, sword users are by far the most numerous.
Everyone began to feel envious, but the few sect leaders, constrained by their own lack of strength, dared not take any further action. They watched as Beikun calmly stepped forward.
It seemed that if Beikun were to forcefully seize it now, Yan Changting would be powerless to stop him.
On the ground, Beikun stood still, waiting for the moment when the sword's guard would form...
Suddenly, the sword emitted a brilliant light. Gradually, the brightness diminished, and everyone looked on in awe as they saw that the sword had a longer and slimmer blade.
Upon closer inspection, intricate patterns of the sun, moon, and stars adorned the handle beneath the cloud-patterned blade. The guard was noticeably shorter than Xie Yue's, with only a few markings on it. Looking further down, the entire blade remained silver-white, devoid of any engravings, and its tip was exceptionally sharp—everyone present could see its lethal edge.
Then, Yan Changting noticed two characters inscribed on the blade—Only Moon.
It was not Xie Yue...
Although it bore some resemblance, it was definitely not Xie Yue...
Watching Beikun soar up and snatch Only Moon away, Yan Changting remained unmoved, still lost in thoughts about the Xie Yue Sword.
Beikun grasped the newly emerged artifact, Only Moon. Although he wasn't a swordsman, he couldn't help but swing it a few times. He felt only one thing.
Heavy.
Incredibly heavy—heavier even than the God-Slaying Pestle!
How could such a sword be used to strike someone?
Forget it; after all, it was an artifact. It might be better to keep it for future gifting. So Beikun touched his left hand's Spatial Ring, attempting to store Only Moon inside.
However, after several attempts, Only Moon remained firmly in his grasp. Could it be that the Spatial Ring was broken?
He then took out other items and placed them back in without issue; only this Only Moon Sword refused to fit inside.
One of the rules of the Spatial Ring was that items needed to be recognized before they could be stored. Since those items had no consciousness, they could easily be placed inside without needing any acknowledgment. Yet this Only Moon Sword simply wouldn't go in.
Could it be that the Only Moon Sword has a consciousness? Can it think?
Well, it seems that this sword is not meant for me. With that thought, Beikun released his grip, and the Only Moon Sword fell heavily into the ground.
At that moment, the sect leader in the distance noticed the artifact abandoned by the two Great Powers and rushed over to seize it. The first to reach the Only Moon Sword was Haitai Ping.
Haitai Ping confidently believed that this artifact would belong to him, but the moment he grasped the hilt, regret washed over him…
Not only could Haitai Ping not pull out the Only Moon Sword, but he also felt that the sword was actually siphoning his spiritual energy! This stolen energy was not just any energy; it was his Cultivation…
Losing even a fraction of that energy meant a permanent loss!
In a moment of crisis, Haitai Ping transformed his left palm into a blade and forcefully severed his right hand that was gripping the hilt…
This scene made the other sect leaders who arrived afterward hesitate to act recklessly.
Pain surged through Haitai Ping, but his decision was wise; a severed hand could be reattached, and Cultivation could be restored. However, if this sword drained his Cultivation, there would be no way to recover…
Beikun watched this unfold with a smirk, thinking, “Interesting…”
Yan Changting glared at Beikun, fury boiling within him. With no weapons at hand, he contemplated drawing the Only Moon Sword to confront Beikun.
But Beikun was well aware of Yan Changting's intentions. The two charged toward the Only Moon Sword simultaneously, causing those around it to scatter immediately.
Unexpectedly, Beikun reached the Only Moon Sword first. He seized it and swung it toward Yan Changting.
Yan Changting could not evade this strike; the blade's edge would surely cleave through his flesh—this was it…
Everyone anticipated the moment of Yan Changting's downfall. As the Only Moon Sword struck his body, they all believed it would be over. However… the Only Moon Sword erupted in brilliance, leaving Yan Changting completely unharmed.
To everyone's astonishment, not only did the Only Moon Sword fail to injure Yan Changting, but it also rebounded backward. Its weight seemed to increase as it turned against Beikun.
Caught off guard, Beikun hurriedly commanded tree roots and wooden sticks to shield himself. Yet those wooden sticks were effortlessly sliced apart by the Xie Yue Sword as if they were mere twigs, offering no resistance whatsoever.
In a moment of panic, Beikun abandoned his sword, the Only Moon Sword, which fell to the ground, firmly embedded in the earth.
"Master..." A melodious voice floated through the air.
Everyone immediately focused on the Only Moon Sword lying on the ground.
"Master..." Another call echoed.
Yan Changting felt a tremor in his heart; although he had never heard this voice before, it felt so familiar.
Thus, Yan Changting grasped the Only Moon Sword, and in an instant, both he and the sword were enveloped in a red glow, transporting Yan Changting into an unknown space.
In this pink world, there were many pieces of furniture, all in shades of pink, resembling a young girl's bedroom.
On a pink bed, Yan Changting saw a sword...
That sword was none other than the Xie Yue Sword!
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