1587: C1587 Drip Blood to Recognize the Owner

C1587 Drip Blood to Recognize the Owner

Ye Ziheng brought Zi Hanyu to the Million Sword Wall. It had already turned into a flaming mountain. Ye Ziheng glanced at the sky and saw Bai's position.1

He flew to Bai's side and saw him sitting quietly in the Flying Sword without making any movements towards his arrival.

Ye Ziheng slowly walked over. When he was behind him, Bai said slowly.

"You are here."

Ye Ziheng nodded. He wanted to say something, but just as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but shut it again. After thinking for a long time, he decided to speak.

"Seven Star Swordsman, he..."

"Forge a sword with his body."

Before Ye Ziheng could finish his sentence, Bai spoke. There was a hint of loneliness and helplessness in his tone.

After hearing the answer, Ye Ziheng didn't show any surprise on his face. He was very calm, as if he had already known that all this would happen.

At this moment, Bai spoke once again.

"He said that his greatest wish in his life is to defeat the Demon Sovereign. But he told me that with his strength and talent... Even if he were to work hard for ten thousand years, he wouldn't be able to defeat the Demon Lord. However, he firmly believed that there was someone who could help him defeat the Demon Lord. He said that person was you."

After saying that, Bai turned his head to look at Ye Ziheng. His eyes had already turned red, and tears kept rolling down his cheeks. However, he wiped his tears and continued.

"He said that he can't kill the Demon Sovereign with his own hands, but he can participate in it. When the divine sword is combined, it requires a powerful force to suppress it and combine their powers together. Evidently, he is the perfect candidate."

Bai sighed and didn't say anything. He was silent for a long time before he slowly turned his head to look at Ye Ziheng.

"You can't let him down."

Bai said, staring at Ye Ziheng. Ye Ziheng smiled and nodded.

"I will not let him down."

After saying that, he walked forward.

In front of Ye Ziheng was a protruding hole filled with boiling hot magma, like an active volcano.

"Put the drop of blood into it and let it recognize you as its master."

Ye Ziheng nodded. He used the nail on his thumb to gently cut his index finger. Then, a hole appeared on his finger. A drop of blood slowly flowed out of his hand.

The drop of blood slowly fell. Ye Ziheng's eyes stared at the drop of blood. He seemed to have seen everything that had happened on the surface of the drop of blood.

The swords that he had been guarding against for two years, the One Thought Slash that he had used for five years, the three thousand swords that he had broken with him, and finally spent a year comprehending Dao...

"Puchi ~"

A drop of Ye Ziheng's blood fell into the magma, producing a very subtle sound. After that, the entire earth started shaking and the magma started rising. However, Ye Ziheng just stood there without any intention of dodging.

After a while, when the magma was about to pour out... He stopped a few centimeters away from the hole. Immediately after, a small protrusion appeared. Then, a Longsword hilt slowly appeared. In a short while, the entire Longsword was brought up by the magma.

Ye Ziheng looked at the Longsword in front of him and pondered for a long time. In the end, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the Longsword's hilt, pulling the sword out.

He looked at the sword in his hand. Every detail, every pattern, he did not know how to describe the sword in his hand. There were no words that could be used to describe it.

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