Chapter 1137: Kneel Down
At this moment, Lin Feng's eyes looked somewhat mischievous, as he pondered in his heart that once he got familiar with this little fellow, the little guy might accidentally decide to stay by his side and not leave!
Of course, Lin Feng was just daydreaming for now, but three chances to use it was already quite good—it was equivalent to having three extra lives. If anyone provoked him badly, even if they were a powerful Venerable, one strike of the Skyless Sword would still cleave them in two.
"Senior, can you really make him listen to me three times?" Lin Feng asked weakly. If the Skyless Sword suddenly refused to obey his command later, wouldn't he be doomed?
"Rest assured, I have accompanied him for a hundred years. This little fellow will still listen to me on this matter." The old man smiled and nodded, then spoke to the Skyless Sword: "Little fellow, I'm sure you understood what I said just now. From now on, you will follow him. Only when he says 'use the first chance' or 'use the second chance' will you assist him. After three times, you will return to the Sword Grave on your own."
As the old man's words fell, the Skyless Sword emitted a continuous buzzing and trembling, its tip pointing at Lin Feng, making him feel somewhat strange—as if someone was looking at him with hesitation.
"Go on. After three times, return to the Sword Grave!" the old man said again. The Skyless Sword buzzed incessantly, seeming to reveal a trace of reluctance. It circled above the Sword Grave, spinning endlessly, until finally, a brilliant beam of light shot toward the sky. With a violent explosive roar, the Skyless Sword's radiance soared into the heavens, piercing a hole through the entire Sword Grave. The sword light broke through the Sword Grave and shot straight beyond the clouds.
"Whoosh!" The Skyless Sword pointed directly at Lin Feng. With a sharp, hissing sound, it plunged straight into Lin Feng's body.
"Crack!" A crisp sound rang out. Lin Feng clenched his fists tightly, and in an instant, his body was drenched in sweat.
"Huff..." He let out a long breath. The sword had entered his body without any reaction. This was a sword that could devour him and turn him into a sword slave. At the moment it entered his body, it would be impossible to say he wasn't nervous. Of course, Lin Feng also understood that the old man wouldn't harm him. If he wanted to harm him, he wouldn't need to go through such trouble—he could simply have the sword destroy his soul and make him a sword slave directly, without all this effort.
At that moment, outside the Sword Grave, a group of figures surrounded the area. These people all had powerful auras and were all experts of the Sword Pavilion. They looked at the Sword Grave before them with devout gazes. When that sword light shot into the sky, their bodies trembled violently. Was the ancestral sword about to enter Lin Feng's body?
At this moment, even some elderly individuals prostrated themselves, showing extreme reverence, even with tears streaming down their faces. With snot and tears mixed together, they kowtowed toward the Sword Grave and said: "In my lifetime, it seems this old man may witness the ancestral sword of the Sword Dao incarnate as a human, revealing its peerless edge!"
This person was an elder of the Sword Pavilion whose lifespan was nearing its end. He placed his hopes on the ancestral sword to restore the Sword Pavilion's former glory, unaware that the old man inside was cursing him as ignorant and foolish, not understanding the sword at all, putting the cart before the horse.
At this moment, inside the room, the old man made a silencing gesture to Lin Feng. With a flick of his hand, a mass of sword light shot up, mending the hole in the Sword Grave's ceiling to prevent anyone from probing with divine sense. Then he smiled at Lin Feng and said: "The little fellow made such a big commotion. Those outside probably think the Skyless Sword has entered your body. Now, stay here and comprehend the sword for a few days."
"Alright!" Lin Feng smiled and nodded. Then, with a thought, the Celestial Fate Sword unsheathed. This sword was a heirloom of the Heavenly Lake, a symbol of the Heavenly Lake, and originally a Sacred Artifact. Lin Feng planned to use it to forge his own sword.
"Senior, if I use this sword as the foundation for nurturing, after I condense the sword soul, can I refine the sword again to raise its grade?" Lin Feng asked.
"The Skyless Sword was once inferior to this sword of yours. After tempering and the sword soul condenses, the sword will continuously transform on its own. If you think it's not tough enough, you can refine it again. So, nurturing this sword is fine."
"Thank you for the guidance, Senior!" Lin Feng nodded in thanks. He had a special attachment to the Celestial Fate Sword. The Heavenly Lake had shown him great kindness, and he had never forgotten that he was a member of the Heavenly Lake. Using it to nurture the sword was naturally the best choice.
Raising the Celestial Fate Sword, Lin Feng placed it against his finger and gently cut it, causing blood to flow out.
Pointing at the finger, streaks of blood light continuously seeped into the sword. At the same time, Lin Feng's soul force surged out, madly pouring into the Celestial Fate Sword.
To nurture a sword, one must first nurture the soul with the soul, merging one's own soul with the sword, creating countless connections. The soul no longer merely controlled the Celestial Fate Sword but completely integrated into it, becoming one with the sword. Using one's own soul, one would drive the gestation of the sword soul.
Drawing special marks on his finger, Lin Feng used the Remnant Soul Heaven Art to cultivate countless remnant souls. At this moment, they were put to use, rolling into the Celestial Fate Sword. The blood light on his finger seemed to pulse, and the Celestial Fate Sword trembled involuntarily, emitting a faint buzzing sound.
Lin Feng's soul completely entered the sword, merging into it.
Sitting cross-legged, Lin Feng released the Celestial Fate Sword, but the sword still floated in the void. At this moment, he felt an extremely mysterious sensation—he and the sword were one, inseparable. Moreover, through the sword, he perceived the power of this world in a completely different way, as if he were living inside the sword.
Lin Feng sat there with his eyes closed, motionless, but his hands continuously formed seals. Streams of light scattered, spreading from his body and descending onto the sword. Instantly, countless invisible threads connected him to the sword.
"Kill!" Lin Feng shouted a single word, and the sword moved on its own in the void, swift as lightning. A brilliant sword light tore through space. The Returning to One Sword Art bloomed, striking the ground and blasting a deep crack into the Sword Grave's floor.
"So this is the sword-controlling technique in the Sword Canon. By nurturing the soul with the soul, one can truly control the sword. What I called sword control before was merely ordinary object manipulation." Lin Feng sighed inwardly. Now, this sword could launch powerful attacks on its own, standing alone. This sword-controlling technique was very strong.
He sat there for three full days. Lin Feng spent another three days in the Sword Grave. Except for the people inside the Sword Grave, no one knew what had happened within.
On this day, outside the Sword Grave, the experts of the Sword Pavilion still stood there, waiting quietly, as if they dared not show any negligence. They even faintly heard terrifying sword qi roaring from within the Sword Grave. They desperately wanted to know what was happening inside but feared angering the Skyless Sword Emperor's sword.
"Rumble!" A faint sound came from within. It wasn't loud, but in the pin-drop silence, it was exceptionally clear. At this moment, everyone in the Sword Pavilion sharpened their gazes, staring fixedly at the Sword Grave's gate. The Sword Grave was finally opening!
The senior experts of the Sword Pavilion shot brilliant light from their eyes. They could almost hear their own hearts pounding with excitement. It was open! The Sword Grave was finally open! Had the ancestral sword succeeded?
A figure stepped out from the Sword Grave. This person was covered from head to toe in Skyless Sword qi, lawless and unrestrained. His entire body was filled with sword light, enveloped in radiance, dazzling and brilliant.
"Ancestral sword might!" an old man exclaimed softly. Then, with a thud, someone actually knelt on the ground. Although the sword qi wasn't particularly powerful, in their perception at this moment, it seemed incredibly strong—this was the ancestral sword!
"Thud!" The young figure's body was like a sword, his long hair flying, exuding an aura of lawlessness. With one step, even those stronger than him felt their hearts leap, as if that step had directly stepped into their hearts.
"Thud, thud, thud!" The figure took several steps. Each step made their hearts jump, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, the muscles on their faces twitching. Yet their gazes remained fixed on the figure.
"Kneel down!"
Suddenly, an overwhelmingly domineering roar rolled out. Thudding sounds rang out continuously. Soon, all the experts of the Sword Pavilion knelt on the ground, extremely reverent.
Jian Wubei was the only youth. He looked at Lin Feng's figure, and finally, his knees bent, and he also knelt down. Everyone had to submit!
This was not Lin Feng—it was the ancestral sword!
"A bunch of useless things, bringing shame to your master. From today onward, I am Lin Feng, and Lin Feng is me. I am no longer a sword, understand!" The domineering and cold voice came from Lin Feng's mouth. This forceful voice dispelled the last trace of doubt in the experts' minds, making them truly reverent. Because when they probed the Sword Grave with their divine sense, the Skyless Sword had indeed disappeared. It must have merged with Lin Feng.
From now on, the ancestral sword was Lin Feng, or rather, Lin Feng was the ancestral sword!
"Understood." Everyone responded with extreme devotion, showing utmost respect. This was the ancestral sword, the Sword Emperor's sword, the sword of life born with its master five thousand years ago!
"All of you, get out!" Lin Feng said coldly. Then, he stepped forward, shooting into the void like an arrow. Everyone's expressions tightened. They dared not say anything more and followed Lin Feng's figure as they flickered away. At this moment, it was as if sharp swords shot toward the sky!
(End of Chapter)