The carriage was driving on the ancient mountain road. At this time, it was already two months since spring. It was located at the southern end. The snow at the foot of the mountain had already melted. But after climbing the mountain, the snow was still covered with snow. Su Junbao and the others had to sigh at the height of this mountain range, and ordinary eagles and birds were unable to fly over!
Alaisha drove the chariot and walked carefully on the snow-covered mountain road. There were only them and a group of people here. From time to time, one or two teams rushed back from outside the mountain. Everyone met each other, looked at each other, then staggered and drove with their backs.
Su Junbao sighed, no wonder the Northern Region Mangyuan has not changed much for millions of years. With this mountain range blocking them, their communication with the outside world is pitifully small, but this is also its uniqueness, blocking the external troubles.
Yuenu and Xiaopangdun saw the snow scene and thought it was back to winter. His eyes were full of curiosity. Yuenu quickly put on her warm fur cloak again, and the little guy leaned against Su Junbao and pointed out the window, yelling.
Although she is young, she is not as afraid of the cold as Yuenu!
"Sir, what is the first thing you want to do most when you get outside?"
Hua Wanzi asked, they are the only ones who can breathe here!
"The first thing I want to do the most!"
Upon hearing this, Su Junbao suddenly smiled inexplicably!
Two months later, in Hefeng Prefecture, in the central part of the Northern Region, it is the second largest prefecture in the entire Northern Region. It is as large as a dozen northern region Mangyuan, and it has abundant resources and a large population. It is second only to the Northern Region's first prefecture, Xuehe Prefecture, and is also relatively close to it in its location!
One morning, from a dense forest about 3,000 miles away from Yitian City, Hefeng Mansion City, a powerful energy fluctuation suddenly came, and the spiritual energy around the world was trembling. At the center of the spiritual fluctuation, Su Junbao was holding the Yuanming Divine Sword and sitting with his eyes closed. Hua Wanzi and others not far away were all watching nervously.
For two months, they rushed all the way and did nothing. Through their own means of transportation, they arrived at Hefeng Mansion, which was thousands of miles away from the northern Mangyuan. Su Junbao was about to refine his divine sword here!
Surrounded by countless sword energy, Su Junbao, holding the sword in his hand, sat flat on the ground, with nothing in his heart, feeling the will inherited from the divine sword.
His hair was blown up, Su Junbao's long hair was flying, his hands firmly grasping the hilt of the sword, and a huge spiritual sense instantly rushed into his mind from the sword.
What he wanted to inherit was not only the sword, but also the spiritual consciousness, sword intent left by countless ancestors on the sword, and their understanding of martial arts and life.
"What is a sword? What is a Tao?"
"Why does Your Sword exist? And why do you fight?"
The sword of the imperial way? The sword of killing! The sword of death! Guarding, or destruction, or eternity...!
Surrounded by a chaotic sword energy, Su Junbao, ethereal and chaotic voices echoed in his ears, and a mumu illusion filled his mind!
There is battle, there is life, there is killing, and there is peace!
Unfamiliar faces appeared in his eyes, including the old man, the young man, the armor, the serious expression, the unruly, and his father.
Those were Su Junbao's former ancestors. They appeared in Su Junbao's mind, and the chaotic voice filled his ears!
It seems to be asking questions, but also seems to be asking questions!
It is like the test of the gods in the dark, and also like his doubts and exploration of the various ways of heaven and earth in the world.
In this chaotic consciousness, Su Junbao could not think at all. He didn't even know what he was doing. He grabbed the sword and sat in place, but his body was like a soul leaving his body. His face was sometimes ferocious, sometimes distorted, and sometimes peaceful in expression!
Among the four Hua Wanzi and others who were watching, except under the rouge, their bodies were trembling, and they wanted to sit directly on the ground. Not only their bodies, but also their souls were trembling. It was a breath that Hua Wanzi and others had never seen before. They were above them. In Alaisha's opinion, they even surpassed the powerful dragon ancestors she had seen.
Facing it, mortals can only look up and worship, and cannot develop a slight sense of resistance. This is a kind of spiritual crushing in dimension, and the aura emitted by this sword does not belong to the same dimension as them.
Only Yanzhi looked at Su Junbao surrounded by countless black sword energy, with an inexplicable look on her face. Perhaps in her confused consciousness, she felt that this sword would not hurt Su Junbao, it was just a test of him, and asked him.
Even so, she felt that something on Su Junbao seemed to be awakened.
But things seemed not as optimistic as Yanzhi thought.
Now, Su Junbao is washed away by countless consciousnesses, his spiritual consciousness is approaching collapse. Countless chaotic voices fill his thoughts. His spirit cannot withstand so many shocks and is approaching collapse!
As Su Junbao gradually entered an unconscious state, the sword energy condensed from his body was like life, sometimes spreading like a fierce sun, revealing its sharpness, sometimes retreating like a tide, and like a human breathing!
The artifact also has its pride and dignity. Even the only heir is unwilling to be awakened in the hands of a weak person.
If Su Junbao's consciousness could not withstand the inheritance of the magical artifact, not only would it not be able to successfully awaken the conquered magical sword, but his own consciousness would be swallowed up, seriously, and even died on the spot!
The uncertainty of the sword energy represents the test that Su Junbao has endured!
At the same time, the inheritance of the artifact is not only power, but also the consciousness left by the masters of the artifacts, their life perceptions and understanding of martial arts, and the artifact itself tests and questions about the will of the new master.
This is an extremely huge amount of information. If the spirit and will of the successor cannot bear it, then it is almost asserted that he will die in this inheritance.
It is not easy to get the recognition of a magical artifact at any time!
Su Junbao is not only unable to think, but even begins to breathe. His breath is getting weaker and weaker, and his consciousness is not enough, and only his hand is still tightly grasping the hilt of the sword. No matter what happens, he cannot let go, even if his life dies on the spot!
Gradually, his face calmed down, and there was only a ball of divine light left. The sword energy surrounding them quickly condensed, merged with Su Junbao's body, and completely condensed a huge sword figure!
The sword body is as dark as ink, which is completely opposite to the silver light of the Divine Sword entity. However, the black sword shadow appears extremely dazzling in people's eyes. This is a very strange and unreasonable thing.
The sword body of this sword shadow is as black as a black hole that can devour all the light. The sword shadow condensed is like a sun emitting black light.
Although the light it emits is black, it can illuminate the night, just like the first Yuanming light when the world first opened... the Yuanming Divine Sword!