From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 188 Divine Artifact Polishing: The Way of Control

I gazed at the divine sword in my hand; its surface was as smooth as a mirror, as if it held endless secrets.

With a sudden thought, I tried to understand the function of the artifact.

However, just as I concentrated, the divine sword suddenly emitted a powerful resistance, as if it were resisting my exploration.

My brows furrowed tightly, and anxiety surged through my heart like a tidal wave.

The surrounding space seemed to be preventing me from exploring; the oppressive atmosphere felt like a heavy weight, making me feel suffocated.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my turmoil, but the mysterious force seemed to grow stronger and stronger, almost making it hard for me to breathe.

I felt the flow of spiritual energy within my body becoming disordered, and my unease grew stronger.

Just as I was struggling against this power, a cold voice rang out from the shadows: "Xiao Yao, do you think you can easily control a divine artifact? You're nothing but a piece of trash."

I turned around abruptly and saw the Blood Demon Elder standing in the shadows not far away, a wicked smile on his face.

The ground around him seemed to be corroded by dark power, and several rogue cultivators quietly appeared around him, their eyes gleaming with greed.

I had a bad feeling; this was clearly a conspiracy by the Blood Fiend Elder.

He incited some rogue cultivators to attack me, attempting to seize the divine artifact.

The Blood Fiend Elder slowly stepped out of the shadows, each step carrying a chilling aura, as if the surrounding air had been frozen.

He sneered, "Xiao Yao, you might as well surrender. This divine artifact will ultimately belong to me."

I gripped the divine sword tightly, feeling the warm touch emanating from its blade, but the unease in my heart did not dissipate.

I know this will be a tough battle, but I also know I can't give up easily.

The atmosphere around them grew increasingly tense, with danger lurking everywhere.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm my turmoil.

Just then, the divine sword suddenly emitted a deafening soft sound, as if responding to my determination.

My heart skipped a beat, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy swept through the entire Illusionary Abyss in an instant.

The resounding clang of the divine sword made my eardrums buzz, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy spread out from me, sweeping across everything around me like a raging storm.

I was thrown backward by the force and crashed heavily to the ground, a metallic taste filling my mouth.

A sharp pain shot through my chest. I struggled to get up, but found myself completely weak, as if my body had fallen apart.

Damn it! This divine artifact... is so difficult to control!

I gritted my teeth and tried my best to suppress the surging blood and qi in my body.

The air around me seemed to freeze, so oppressive that I could hardly breathe.

The Blood Fiend Elder's cold laughter echoed in my ears like a death warrant, intensifying my sense of crisis.

The greedy eyes of those rogue cultivators, like those of hungry wolves, were fixed on the divine sword in my hand, wishing they could devour me alive.

I took a deep breath, endured the excruciating pain, and slowly stood up.

I know I can't give up; I have to keep going.

This is not only for myself, but also for all those who trust and support me.

Just when I was almost in despair, a clear, cold voice entered my ears like heavenly music: "Xiao Yao, are you alright?"

I looked up abruptly and saw that Fairy Qinglian had appeared in front of me at some point.

She was dressed in flowing white robes, like a celestial maiden, and exuded a faint fragrance.

Her appearance was like a ray of light in the darkness, illuminating the hope in my heart.

"Fairy Qinglian..." I exclaimed in surprise, as if I had grasped a lifeline.

The Azure Lotus Fairy smiled slightly, and with a gentle lift of her jade hand, several pills radiating a luminous glow fell into my hand.

"This is the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill, which can help you recover quickly."

I was overjoyed and quickly swallowed the pill.

A warm current instantly flowed through my body, and the pain in my body was greatly relieved.

I looked at Fairy Qinglian with gratitude, and was about to express my thanks when I suddenly felt an even more powerful force approaching.

The Azure Lotus Fairy's expression also changed slightly, and she said in a deep voice, "Not good, the Netherworld Ghost King is here..."

The medicinal power of the elixir quickly flowed throughout my body, and the warm current soothed my pain like a spring breeze, while my broken meridians were rapidly rebuilt.

I felt an unprecedented power surging within me, as if a sleeping dragon had finally awakened.

I gripped the divine sword tightly once more. This time, it no longer resisted; instead, it pulsed with a warm, gentle energy, as if responding to my heartbeat.

I closed my eyes, concentrated, and tried to feel the rhythm of the divine sword.

Gradually, I felt a strange connection forming between myself and the divine sword, as if it had become a part of my body.

I can even feel the immense power it contains, as vast as the sea, unfathomable.

I opened my eyes, which gleamed with excitement.

My joy dispelled the oppressive atmosphere around me, as if the gloom had lifted and the sun was shining brightly.

I felt the joy of the divine sword; it yearned for battle and longed to show its sharpness!

"Come on!" I shouted, my figure flashing like lightning as I rushed towards the bewitched rogue cultivators.

The divine sword in my hand emitted a series of dragon roars, its light as bright as a rainbow, piercing through the darkness.

Those rogue cultivators were initially aggressive, their eyes gleaming with greed.

They thought I was seriously injured and vulnerable, but they never expected me to recover so quickly.

Before they could react, my sword was already in front of them.

Every movement of mine was fluid and graceful, and every move was exquisite.

The divine sword seemed to come alive in my hands; it danced according to my will, its sword energy surging and its power boundless.

The onlookers were all amazed; they had never seen such exquisite swordsmanship or such powerful strength.

The tension of the battle gradually escalated, and a strong killing intent filled the air.

The rogue cultivators gradually felt fear; they realized they had underestimated my strength.

My connection with the artifact is growing stronger, and my power is increasing.

I easily dodged their attacks, my divine sword like the scythe of death, reaping their lives.

One after another, rogue cultivators fell under my sword, their screams echoing through the abyss of illusion.

The Blood Fiend Elder's face was gloomy; he hadn't expected me to be so powerful.

He glared at me through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with venomous resentment.

"Xiao Yao, don't be so smug! The Netherworld Ghost King is arriving soon, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the divine sword in my hand was already pointed at his throat.

“Blood Demon Elder,” I said coldly, “your end has come.”

The divine sword in my hand emitted a brilliant light, as if in response to my determination.

The greedy gazes of those rogue cultivators instantly turned to terror; they realized they had underestimated my strength.

Every movement I made was as smooth as flowing water, and every move was exquisite.

The divine sword seemed to come alive in my hands; it danced according to my will, its sword energy surging and its power boundless.

With a single thrust of my sword, my opponent fell to the ground, his blood staining the stone crimson.

I did not stop; the tip of my sword carried a chilling killing intent as I continued to face the next enemy.

My divine sword is like the scythe of death, reaping one life after another.

The screams of the rogue cultivators echoed in the abyss of illusion; their momentum had long been completely overwhelmed by me.

I easily dodged their attacks, my divine sword slicing through the darkness like lightning, each swing taking a life.

The old man's face grew even darker. He glared at me through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with venomous resentment.

"Xiao Yao, don't be so smug! The Netherworld Ghost King is coming soon, you..." Before he could finish speaking, the divine sword in my hand was already pointed at his throat.

"Blood Fiend Elder, your end has come." I said coldly, the divine sword in my hand trembled slightly, and a powerful sword aura was released. The Blood Fiend Elder's clothes were torn by the sword aura, revealing the wound on his chest.

He stumbled back a few steps in terror, but there was nowhere left to retreat.

Seeing this, the surrounding rogue cultivators all showed expressions of despair.

My sword tip lightly touched the ground, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy instantly spread out, completely suppressing them.

They all knelt down on the ground, daring not to resist in the slightest.

I took a deep breath and felt the power of the divine sword surging within me. That familiar yet unfamiliar feeling filled me with joy and pride.

I slowly raised my head and looked around. All the enemies who once threatened me were now subjugated at my feet.

The divine sword shone even brighter in my hand, as if proclaiming my victory.

The people around were also amazed; they had never seen such power and such perfect swordsmanship.

However, just as I was filled with joy, my divine sword suddenly trembled slightly, as if telling me something.

I closed my eyes, concentrated, and tried to feel this hidden power.

Gradually, I sensed that there was still a powerful seal deep within the artifact that had not been broken. This power seemed to be calling me to uncover the hidden truth.