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Published: March 8, 2025
Chu Yang could clearly feel that the material of the stone began to become finer; moreover, it possessed a certain elasticity. The cut cross-section was as delicate as mud that had rotted for hundreds of years.
Furthermore, the wind blowing from this stone grew stronger, and the thunder sounded ominously, becoming increasingly heavy and muffled! Each sound seemed to strike heavily against his heart!
Such might made even the Sword Spirit feel horrified.
Because, this situation had never been experienced by the generations of nine calamity sword masters before! Yet the Sword Spirit had grown accustomed to surprises: ever since following this sword master lord, what had ever happened that was familiar?
From the first section of the Nine Calamity Sword to now, every step taken by this sword master lord had brought new feelings and experiences!
Chu Yang remained focused and hard at work.
The shaking of the stone pillar was already beginning to sway greatly, suddenly tipping towards one side; then it swayed back and tipped towards the other side...
It seemed intent on throwing the person standing on top down at all costs.
But no matter how it tipped, Chu Yang stood firmly as if rooted, with sword light flickering in his hand, constantly rising and falling.
Fifty zhang further; the stone material became increasingly fine, until it had completely fused into one body, with not even a trace of sand or any other shapes to be found.
The wind howled more fiercely, and the thunder grew heavier.
Chu Yang remained unaffected, letting his black robe flutter wildly in the wind, completely absorbed in his work.
Finally, the Nine Calamity Sword emitted a joyous sword cry, radiating a cold and sharp light, which then transformed into warmth. A steady feeling suddenly rose from Chu Yang’s heart.
He kicked away a large stone beneath him, just in time to see a glimmering light suddenly appear!
It was short and somewhat thin; smaller compared to the sword body. Yet it sparkled with a steady and ancient aura, approaching him.
The other sections of the Nine Calamity Sword, when discovered, all seemed excited, as if they wanted to jump up and celebrate; but this sword tongue was clearly meeting an old brother it hadn’t seen in ten thousand years, lying there motionless.
Its body flickered with light, showing its excitement. But it itself remained still; very reserved, or rather, very composed.
Seeing this ancient sword tongue, Chu Yang suddenly thought of Dong Wushang's temperament, that kind of steady grandeur; and he also recalled Mo Tianji's demeanor, that strategic planning, as well as Ao Xieyun’s silent madness...
The Nine Calamity Sword, the sword tongue!
Finally appeared.
The sword tongue, the part of the sword body wrapped by the sword handle; penetrating the handle, it is not visible from the outside and cannot be used for attack, yet it is the essence of the sword. A sword, if it lacks the sword tongue, will soon break.
If the sword tongue is completely integrated with the handle and sword body, then it is overly straight, lacking flexibility!
Thus, the sword tongue is the essence of the sword, which is beyond dispute.
Chu Yang suppressed the excitement in his heart, bent down, and gently picked up the sword tongue; he vaguely felt as if there was a thought greeting him.
Greetings, sword master lord.
But when Chu Yang listened carefully, he discovered it was merely his illusion.
The Nine Calamity Sword in his hand automatically disassembled. The sword tip, sword edge, sword blade, and sword pattern swirled around the sword tongue in circles, flying chaotically. The sword tongue floated silently in mid-air, its glow shimmering.
The sword qi immediately wrapped around the sword tongue.
Then, the sword tip, sword blade, sword edge, and sword pattern seemed to receive a command, and all rushed forward in unison.
The sword tongue flickered with light, calmly floating upwards, standing still in the air, emitting a call.
The sword pattern swooshed over, adhering to it, and with a clang, the sword pattern merged with the sword tongue. Then, the sword edge, sword blade, and sword tip all returned to their original positions.