Furthermore, what nonsense was it to say that Gu Ke Cha Er Yi Die was the spirit of the world's number one fierce sword, Fen Chuan?
This simply defied all logic!
But was defying logic necessarily wrong?
For some unknown reason, Ren Yuan Hao felt that what these two people were saying was all true, all fact!
Yi Die was as upright and sharp as a sword, the fierce sword Tai Yi, like an obedient cat or dog in her hands. Her toes slowly lifted off the ground, and she floated in mid-air like a wisp of clear energy.
All the dusty, rusted weapons suddenly began to tremble and shake, blades swaying from side to side with a clinking sound!
"Listen to this, this is the sword intent of the fierce sword Fen Chuan. These scraps of metal tremble before you as if they have seen their king, their empress. This is you, Gu Ke Cha Er Yi Die, this is the soul within you, the soul of the world's number one fierce sword. You died at birth, it is Fen Chuan's soul that resides in your body, allowing you to live until now!"
Yi Die drew her long sword, "My background is none of your concern as an outsider. I am me, I am Gu Ke Cha Er Yi Die. I only want to protect my friends now, so you must all die!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yi Die charged forward with her sword. All the long swords stuck in the ground, like vengeful spirits rising from their graves, awakened. Myriad blades stood erect in the air, like an army of ten thousand, following their king, all shooting towards the blasphemers of the altar.
A fierce wind whipped up, roaring like a dragon. Dust danced and flew, and the surging air pressure forced Ren Yuan Hao to his knees!
The man and woman, however, did not seem hurried. With a wave of their hands, the bamboo slip, the遗书 (yíshū - will/testament), in front of Ren Yuan Hao, seemed to recognize its master and directly fell into their hands. The two clasped their hands in arcane gestures, and an extremely mysterious, dazzling great formation, shining with brilliant light, instantly bloomed like a lotus just as Yi Die's long sword was about to pierce one of them!
"Ren Yuan Hao, let us show you the greatest secret within the bamboo slip testament! Do you think your internal AI can decipher it?"
"Secret Art – The Heluo Heavenly Pivot Formation!"
As the two spoke, centered on Yi Die, a phantom long sword pierced directly through Yi Die's body. Like a virus, it spawned countless chains, instantly seeming to devour Yi Die whole. Eight phantom pillars were firmly driven into the altar, and eight black chains, like dragons, locked her body tightly.
"Let, let go!"
The swords and sabers behind Yi Die, like men facing death, frantically collided with the formation, one after another, endlessly.
Ren Yuan Hao had some impression of this formation; it was identical to the formation used to seal the fierce sword Tai Yi, and even more powerful!
"There's no need to struggle. Even the fiercest sword spirit, locked by the Heavenly Pivot, is useless. Your fate was sealed from the moment you were born. You are an inauspicious existence. Your people ostracized you, exiling you to secluded deep mountains and forests, fearing you would bring disaster upon the world and your kin. Don't you understand this even now? Your birth was a mistake, you deserved to die!"
The more the man spoke, the more arrogant and excited he became. His handsome face now looked more terrifying than any demon.
"Nonsense, my parents wanted to protect me, so they sent me to my adoptive parents."
Yi Die struggled with all her might, but the more she struggled, the stronger the restraints became!
"Look at this!"
The man conjured two chests from the void. As the chests rolled to the ground, they revealed two bloody heads!
"Dad, Mom!"
Yi Die's cerulean blue eyes were on the verge of shedding unusually alluring red droplets. Her body twisted violently, her pain immense, but who could control their emotions when their parents' heads rolled out of chests!
"These old fossils weren't as stubborn as imagined. They confessed everything very easily. When they died, they kept kneeling and begging us to spare their lives, truly like dogs!"
The man kicked the two heads like soccer balls to about two meters in front of Yi Die, observing her expression as if nothing had happened.
"No, impossible! My adoptive parents would never do such a thing! What do you want? Why didn't you spare even them! Why!"
"Why? The world's number one fierce sword! The Five Elements Primordial Energy Core! With these two things, who in the world can stop us!"
Yi Die's tears of blood continuously streamed down, the wind howled, never ceasing.
"Is being number one truly that important? So important that it makes people turn into demons and slaughter the innocent?" Yi Die, after a brief moment of extreme grief, suddenly became extremely calm.
"Born as a human, who dares claim innocence! The meaning of human existence is conquest and being conquered, ruling and being ruled. No one can stand aside, unless they leave this corrupted world!"
Yi Die sneered, as if the surrounding temperature had dropped several degrees. "Absurd claims. However, there's no point explaining to you anymore. Slaughter has long been ingrained in your very bones. Then, I shall repay you in your own way!"
As Yi Die's voice fell, the Heavenly Pivot formation suddenly began to shake wildly. Tens of thousands of blades cut through the surging vortex of wind elements, dense as rain. They abandoned the offensive against the Heavenly Pivot formation and, with world-shattering momentum, charged towards the man and woman.
"Hmph! A mere trick!"
The man and woman moved as one, their hands and feet following the same steps. A giant vortex instantly formed before them, exuding a foul wind, like a black hole. As soon as the blades approached, they were
sucked into the strange space, without exception.
At this moment, Yi Die softly shouted, "Ren Yuan Hao! Why haven't you drawn your sword!"
Ren Yuan Hao was already suffering so much from the internal true qi that he could barely feel himself breathing. However, when he heard the words "draw your sword," he heard a trace of resolve!
A fierce sword must have its spirit; the sword and spirit are one. However, the spirit of the world's number one fierce sword was too overbearing and needed to be nurtured by a female body, the most yin and purest, to eliminate the sword's inherent ferocity and dominance. Yi Die, at birth, was meant to be a dying infant, with a most yin and purest body. However, the masters of the Heluo clan conceived a terrifying, bold idea that could both prolong Yi Die's life and restrain the fierce sword spirit.
This method was to transfer the fierce sword's soul into Yi Die's body using the Heluo forbidden art, 'Spirit Transfer Technique,' allowing them to complement each other, and thus, this woman was able to live until now.
And returning the sword spirit to the fierce sword meant that Yi Die's life would ultimately dissipate!
Therefore, drawing the sword was also taking a life!