Chapter 737 - 476: Heaven Lifting Divine Technique, Ninth Level Divine Ladder! (Double - )

Chapter 737: Chapter 476: Heaven Lifting Divine Technique, Ninth Level Divine Ladder! (Double Chapter)

Fifth floor of the Sword Tower, beside a sword rack.

Song Changming held the silver handle tightly, but did not take down this Spirit Saber.

At the same time as the sword stimulated his strongest Sword Intent, he felt as if he held the end of a rope, restraining a terrifying and rampaging Fierce Beast.

He was teetering on the edge of losing control.

During this process, Song Changming could sense that the Spirit Body in his Nether Sea was being eroded and depleted.

This terrifying Fierce Beast hidden deep within the blade was devouring his Sword Intent and gnawing at his spiritual will!

Demon Saber? Demon Saber?

Song Changming never expected such an ominous weapon among Emperor Yun’s many collections.

Song Changming took a deep breath, his eyes focused, and illusions sprang to life before him.

The handle in his hand no longer felt like a handle, but like the horn of a pitch-black, shapeless monster.

The two sides were engaged in fierce and intense struggle.

Roar!

The monster was savage and frenzied, impossible to tame.

After a brief stalemate, Song Changming was drawn into a deeper illusion within the long blade.

This time, he stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as the form of the Evil Beast changed again, like a colossal monster formed from countless ghostly Residual Souls.

The monster devoured everything, including the Song Changming trying to subdue it.

Some blades were cold, their Sword Intent carrying a chill.

Some blades were scorching, their Sword Intent bearing the power of fiery flames.

Some were as serene as ripples, others as destructive as Thunder.

These attributes shaped the distinct ’Spirits’ within each Spirit Saber, the key to differentiating them from Mortal Iron.

But the blade Song Changming saw had attributes unlike any described above.

Its attribute was ’evil,’ extreme viciousness!

It was this unique ’evil’ that created a monster in the truest sense within the blade.

In the Cloud Palace, Emperor Yun, eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

A wave of perception spread out, revealing the scene within the Sword Tower.

He watched Song Changming, standing motionless with the handle in hand, his gaze flickering.

"If you stop now, this blade won’t harm you," he murmured softly.

The voice turned into the wind, blowing out of the hall, into the Sword Tower, and into Song Changming’s ears.

In the midst of his struggle with the blade’s monster, Song Changming heard Emperor Yun’s reminder and considered letting go.

In truth, his will was steadfast as a rock; the illusions before him couldn’t sway him. As long as he released the handle, the sword would no longer affect him.

However, if he were to subdue this blade, he couldn’t afford to stop now.

"Such a spiritual and unique Treasure Saber, the likes of which I’ve never seen before. To just give up..."

Song Changming pondered for a moment, ultimately deciding to try one last time.

Having made up his mind, in the illusion, he wasted no time observing and hesitating, directly summoning the Five Seals.

With his power continuously multiplying, he became overwhelmingly powerful, firmly gripping the dark monster’s horn, pressing its head down, and submerging it into the mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Simultaneously, in the illusion, colorful Witch Soldier Seals transformed into ancient beast shadows on Song Changming, conspiciously visible.

The monster roared while those five ancient beast shadows roared back, overpowering the monster even in its own illusory domain.

Then, with a single thought from Song Changming,

a sixth ancient beast shadow emerged, forming a sky full of webbing shadows!

Several pairs of pitch-black spider eyes stared intently at the monster, which was nearly crushed.

"Submit!" Song Changming shouted forcefully.

The voice turned into invisible Magic Power, unsettling the monster, making it even more frenzied.

"Submit!" Song Changming commanded again with the magic power of the Sound Spider Witch Soldier Seal.

The monster began to shiver, becoming anxious and fearful.

When Song Changming shouted for the third time, like ten thousand Thunders ringing together, the monster was shattered to pieces, issuing a feeble and aggrieved wail.

At the same moment, the illusion dissipated, and the long blade in Song Changming’s hand stopped vibrating—unbeknownst to him—

and the clangor that filled the tower also ceased.

In the Cloud Palace, Emperor Yun withdrew his perception, a faint smile on his lips as he closed his eyes once more.

"This sword is called ’Devourer of Gods,’ a fine choice."

This was the final message from Emperor Yun.

Song Changming gripped the silver handle, exerting effort to remove the long saber from the rack, then bowed toward the direction of the Cloud Palace, thanking Emperor Yun for the sword.

"What’s going on?" Prince Cui stepped onto the fifth floor, looking at Song Changming, who had just caused such a commotion.

Who would have thought that just taking a sword could be so perilous, capable of backfiring against the Sword Master.

"I’ll choose this one," Song Changming said with a smile.

Feeling the immense weight of the sword, it seemed as if a giant beast truly lurked within, weighing down like ten thousand pounds!

Even ordinary Grandmaster Martial Artists might not be able to handle this sword!

Only with Song Changming’s immense strength could he manage such a blade.

"This sword..." Prince Cui furrowed his brows slightly.

Though unaware of what Song Changming had just experienced, nor having seen the soul-devouring monster within the blade, his instincts told him the aura emanating from the sword was strange, even ominous!

He intended to ask more, but seeing Song Changming wielding it skillfully, clearly enchanted by it, he held back his questions, assuming he was overthinking it.

Departing from Cloud Emperor City, Prince Cui and Song Changming, at the enthusiastic invitation of Prince Xia, lingered on Purple Mist Dao for several more days.