"Is he Li Zhaotian's new disciple?"
"Li Zhaotian, are you planning to make him the future owner of the Sword Tower?"
"I don't see what's so special about him."
"Li Zhaotian has been shamelessly staying in the Immortal Realm for many years, and has been reluctant to challenge the True God, saying that he has not found a suitable successor. In my opinion, he is just a coward and is just making excuses for himself!"
"Yes, now that he has finally chosen a boy, should he be promoted to a true god?"
"Can he take on the important task of being the master of the Sword Tower?"
"… "
It was like stepping into a vegetable market, and from the floors below, there was an extremely noisy sound.
Pang Jian couldn't help but be stunned.
The Sword Tower is shaped like an inverted nine-story pagoda. The ninth floor is the flattest, with a staircase in the center leading directly to the floors below.
On the ninth floor, what he saw included broad spiritual swords, spiritual swords as narrow as fingers, as well as spiritual swords made of black iron, precious crystals, gold, and many other exotic materials.
Some swords were dull and looked like scrap copper and rotten iron, while others shone brightly and attracted a lot of attention.
Some swords were placed on wooden boards, some were in sword cases, and some were inserted into wooden boards, as if drawing strength from them to nourish the blades.
On the ninth floor platform, Pang Jian took a quick look and found that there were hundreds of spiritual swords.
However, it was not the spirit swords on this level that were causing the noisy discussions.
"Without the birth of the sword spirit, it can only be considered a high-level spiritual weapon at best, and its value is not that great."
Pang Jian walked down the stairs.
In the Nine-story Sword Tower, the edge points downward, and the level of the spiritual sword increases as you go down.
Eighth, seventh, sixth.
The three floors of the Sword Tower were also filled with various spiritual swords, but no sword spirits were born. No matter how exquisite and strange they looked, Pang Jian ignored them.
Starting from the fifth floor, the number of spiritual swords began to decrease significantly, with only twenty to thirty swords on each floor.
Some of the spiritual swords here are displayed in cabinets, some are in special crystal jades, and some are inserted into wooden boards.
The spiritual sword here can already make a chirping sound.
Pang Jian casually touched a magic sword that was two fingers wide, three feet long, and as thin as a cicada's wing.
In the sword.
A young girl in her prime, wearing brightly coloured clothes, said with a murderous look in her eyes: "Take your dirty hands away!"
She glared at Pang Jian fiercely through her sword.
The sharp sword light burst out suddenly, almost cutting Pang Jian's fingertips, forcing Pang Jian to let go.
"A forced melon is not sweet."
A lead-gray broadsword stuck into the wooden wall said with a smile: "Come here, take me out, and I will go with you!"
"Young Master, stop being picky. Take me with you and let's conquer the world together!"
"Buzz! Buzz!"
There was a sudden sound of sword ringing, and the sword wanted to break away from the wall, but it seemed that it did not have such ability.
"My little master, choose me, choose me!"
"You are Li Zhaotian's apprentice, the future owner of the Sword Tower. I will accompany you to fight in the Purgatory World. I will definitely become famous all over the world!"
"I feel it. You are practicing the secret of extreme cold. I am the best fit for you!"
“Buzz!”
Among the many spirit swords on the fifth floor, some rejected him and cursed him, while others took the initiative to invite him.
Pang Jian did not touch them with his body, but instead used his mind to sense them. He vaguely saw that there was a sword soul in each of the spiritual swords.
Some of them are in human form, some are strange beasts or monsters, and some appear as a ball of mist or a piece of gem crystal.
Sword spirits are of various kinds and strange.
But without exception, they cannot leave the sword, nor can they control the sword.
“It’s not a good choice either.”
Pang Jian went down to the fourth floor, the third floor.
The result is the same.
Spirit swords on the third, fourth, and fifth levels have reached the level of holy weapons and already have sword souls, but they are not considered top-level holy weapons.
When he reached the second floor, he found that there were only twelve spirit swords, all floating in the air.
As Pang Jian came down suddenly, twelve spirit swords flew over and surrounded him, chattering non-stop and commenting on him.
From these twelve magic swords, Pang Jian felt the obvious mystery of the great Dao.
It seems that if you choose any sword at random, you can become a god in the future because of the great principles contained in it.
"Lan Meng was given a boy named Qi Qingsong and left us."
"He is in the same group as that guy and also wants to choose the path to becoming a god, but the aura in his body is mixed and non-existent, so he is not suitable for us at all."
"He is not qualified to be a god. I don't think highly of him."
"Well, with his qualifications, he should pick a sword up there. He is not welcome here."
The twelve spirit swords actually formed a small group on the second floor of the Sword Tower. They were surprisingly unanimous in their opinions and directly sentenced Pang Jian to death.
Afterwards, the twelve spirit swords returned to their respective positions as if they were too lazy to pay attention to him.
Not a word was said.
Pang Jian took a quick glance and knew that he would not be able to obtain any of the spiritual swords on this level.
So, he fell straight to the first floor.
As soon as he came in, his face was shocked.
He didn't see a sword, but three people!
The two old men, one fat and one thin, were wearing blue robes. They were obviously the seniors of the Sword Tower.
The two of them were playing chess with black and white flags, while a flaming phoenix was floating in the air.
The Flame Phoenix transformed into a gorgeous woman in blue. She smiled at Pang Jian calmly and said, "You refined a drop of Phoenix marrow, but did not become a Heavenly Phoenix Guard. This is very interesting."
Pang Jian was secretly shocked.
"Your spirit..."
She frowned and felt it silently for a few seconds, her expression gradually becoming solemn.
"I have never felt such a majestic divinity in any human being in the state of concentration! In the past few eras, when Purgatory was open, some people also obtained alien god puppets and forged divine souls by refining divinity."
"but… "
She shook her head and said solemnly: "No one is as good as you."
The two old men who were playing chess shifted their attention away from the chessboard and looked at Pang Jian curiously.
"Feng Niang, are you sure?"
the thin old man asked.
"Um."
The woman transformed from a fire phoenix said, "In the past, someone endowed all the consciousness of the Dongxuan realm with divinity to forge a divine soul. But those people did not have as much divine consciousness as him."
"You two..."
Feng Niang smiled calmly, bowed slightly, and said, "He and I are destined to be together. I like him. Let's say goodbye now."
"Feng Niang, don't pursue your sister's death after you get out. Otherwise, I'm afraid that even your soul will be annihilated, and it may even cause the destruction of the Sword Tower!"
The thin old man reminded seriously.
"Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble for Jianlou." Feng Niang said hypocritically.
"Crack! Crack!"
In the corner of this floor, there was a strange sound coming from something.
Pang Jian looked in astonishment and saw a black crystal-like handle, and tried hard to pull it out.
That was also a sword.
However, the sword blade was completely embedded in the wooden board, with only the black jade-like handle exposed outside, so it was inconspicuous.
"Source Demon!"
The two old men and the Flame Phoenix's faces changed.
Balls of black devil fire burned from the handle of the black crystal. A twisted, brutal and crazy aura surged out from the black devil flames and instantly filled the entire sword tower.
The Nine-story Sword Tower suddenly turned black, as if it was covered with ink.
"Source Demon Sword!"
"Why is this sword moving strangely?"
"What's going on?"
Inside the Sword Tower, all the swords that had been born with spirituality were frightened by the aura emanating from the first floor of the Sword Tower.
Outside the Sword Tower, the Immortal Realm elder in the Sword Tower on the top of the mountain also changed color.
There were disciples who were unclear about the situation and did not know about the Source Demon Sword, so they quickly turned to their elders for advice and asked about matters related to the Source Demon Sword.
"This sword does not belong to our Sword Tower. It belongs to the Demon Sword Sect, a branch of the Demon Sect. It was held by the last sect leader."
"Because of that sect leader and this Origin Demon Sword, the Demon Sword Sect was directly expelled from the Demon Sect."
"In this world, there is no longer any Devil Sword Sect, and no more Origin Devil Sword."
"This sword has not moved in the past three hundred years. This kid didn't alarm the divine sword, but instead alarmed the demonic sword!"
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”
Liu Junhong, Guanghe, Wang Ce, and Xu Wei, four elders at the Immortal Realm level, landed at the four corners of the first floor of the Sword Tower, ready for battle.
Chen Weihuang frowned and sent a message with the sword: "Master, he has alarmed the Source Demon Sword."
In the First Realm, he discussed with the giants and true gods of all parties about fighting with alien races, and informed all parties of the dangers outside the sky. Li Zhaotian was stunned for a moment and replied: "The Source Demon Sword, if he is willing to be controlled by him, it doesn't matter if he picks the Source Demon Sword."
"But that's not the sword from our Sword Tower!" Chen Weihuang shouted.
"As long as it's a sword, it belongs to the Sword Tower in my eyes! Whether it's a righteous sword, an evil sword, or a devil sword, as long as it's a sword, it's in line with our great way!"
Li Zhaotian remained calm and continued to talk.
The first floor of the Sword Tower.
"I want him!"
A voice filled with madness and violence rang out from the magic sword that was inserted into the wooden wall and suppressed by three magic swords: "A new era has arrived, and the most terrifying disaster in Purgatory has begun. Only by combining with me can he take on the responsibility of revitalizing the Sword Tower!"
"Purgatory is about to perish, and this world will also shatter. The Sword Tower, the Devil Sword Sect, and all the sword sects in the world will finally be reborn!"
"You three old bastards, let me go and let me out!"
"I smell it. I smell the blood on him. I smell the strong smell of karma on him! I will use his body and my sword to slaughter the gods who are about to descend!"
"I am a demonic spirit, but he can carry my teachings!"
The Source Demon Sword hummed.
The sharp roar of the sword spirit gave the three sword spirits a headache.
Pang Jian's eyes were filled with horror. He kept staring at the strange sword whose hilt kept swinging but could not leave the wall.
"Li Zhaotian has sent a message!"
The fat old man's face darkened, his brows furrowed, he looked at Feng Niang and said, "What he meant is that as long as the Source Demon Sword is willing to be controlled by him, we will not be allowed to continue suppressing him."
"Is Li Zhaotian crazy too?" Feng Niang asked angrily.
"Let him draw the sword. Once he does, he will take the Origin Demon Sword away." The thin old man snorted and said, "Li Zhaotian is a young man who has not yet been successfully deified. We can treat his orders as appropriate."
"Okay, let him draw his sword!"
The fat old man and Feng Niang agreed.
…
(End of this chapter)