Published: March 3, 2025
“Hu~” He gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, his chest involuntarily rising and falling slowly.
Within his Primordial Spirit, a deep sense of fatigue washed over him, accompanied by waves of slight, tearing pain.
"Two breaths, merely two breaths."
"Even after refining the sword of ruin in the Immortal Abode, using the spiritual treasure with the golden core realm is still too demanding."
"It's like a six or seven-year-old child trying to wield a massive iron hammer." Liu Yu muttered softly.
"The power of the spiritual treasure is indeed captivating."
"But when using it, one must be extremely careful; otherwise, it could lead to one's own destruction."
"Fortunately, the biggest problem regarding energy has been resolved with the spiritual power mark."
Feeling the tearing pain in his Primordial Spirit, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Compared to the price Tang Tianbao paid with his life, this little aftereffect was nothing to mention, and it hadn't harmed the foundation of his Primordial Spirit; he would recover after a period of rest.
However, he needed to minimize the use of secret techniques involving spiritual consciousness for a short time.
After resting for a moment, Liu Yu's complexion gradually returned to normal, and with a flash of his figure, he began to clean up the battlefield.
The news of the spiritual treasure absolutely cannot leak; otherwise, the demonic race would certainly take this matter very seriously.
Perhaps, they would send shape-shifting demonic cultivators specifically to investigate.
If the Zhang Clan were to learn of it, they would undoubtedly act in the shadows without hesitation; this is beyond doubt.
The temptation of the spiritual treasure is something no cultivator can resist.
The hearts of immortal cultivators carry the darkness of the world; Liu Yu never overestimates human nature.
Looking around, where the gray sword shadows fell, a huge ravine about a hundred feet long and twenty to thirty feet wide appeared.
Incredibly dense decay energy constantly emanated from the ravine, slowly expanding into the area where vitality was diminishing.
Such traces are far too obvious.
Liu Yu flew above the ravine, connecting his mind with the sword spirit, conveying the thought of retracting the aura of decay and desolation.
"Buzz, buzz."
The sword body trembled steadily, and in the end, the "sword spirit" chose to obey, controlling the sword of ruin to float into the ravine.
"Hu~"
A strong wind surged, instantly changing the energy within several miles.
Countless gray-white and gray-black auras continuously emerged from within a radius of five or six miles, quickly merging into the body of the sword of ruin.
In merely two breaths, all the auras of decay and desolation were completely absorbed into the long sword.
This place returned to normal without needing to rely on the passage of eons to heal its wounds.
"Not bad."
With a wave of his hand, he tied the sword of ruin back to his waist, and Liu Yu nodded in satisfaction.
Having fulfilled Tang Tianbao’s last wish and spent such a long time "cultivating feelings," this sword finally became more obedient.
It wouldn't ignore him like it did when he first obtained it.
Of course, this was largely due to the forced refining in the Immortal Abode, but there was no need to dwell on the negative aspects.
Then, Liu Yu's gaze shifted, a hint of cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.
He activated his magical power, and the Setting Sun Golden Rainbow Spear instantly trembled, then swung out towards the surroundings, shooting out thousands of gold-red spear rays.
Within a radius of thirty miles, the rays shot towards various mountains.
During the previous duel of magic, Liu Yu had kept his spiritual consciousness active, always paying attention to the movements around him.
To prevent the scene of using the sword of ruin from being leaked by those low-level demonic beasts, all low-level demonic beasts that witnessed the event had to be eliminated.