Abyss Walker

Chapter 38 Lone Sword (Poison)

The thick, heavy iron chains were tightly wrapped around the sword, each one emphasizing the sword's extraordinary nature and the power it contained. The chains gleamed with a cold metallic luster; their presence was not only a restraint on the sword but also a sign of awe for its power.

The sword shimmered with an eerie green light, like the glow of a trapped beast in the darkness. Its radiance was both beautiful and dangerous, exuding a deadly allure. This green light was the sword's life force, its roar of defiance against imprisonment, and its endless yearning for freedom.

Yun Muhan's breathing gradually calmed down. He began to try to communicate with the sword in a low, rhythmic voice, his words filled with praise for the sword and a promise of freedom. His voice echoed in the empty space, but received no response; only the echoes mocked his powerlessness.

His voice echoed between the chains and the stone walls, but it could not penetrate the heavy chains, nor reach the sword that yearned for freedom.

Yun Muhan's gaze was fixed on Dugu Jian, the sword seemingly his only salvation. His eyes gleamed with determination and longing; though his body was bound by ropes, his will was as hard as steel. He knew that only Dugu Jian could offer him a chance to turn the tide.

Yun Muhan's muscles bulged and veins stood out under the pressure of the ropes; each pull was a challenge to his physical limits. Excruciating pain surged like a tide, but his eyes showed no sign of retreat, only an indomitable fighting spirit. His teeth clenched, making a grinding sound, and sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the dry ground.

After a lot of hard work, Yun Muhan finally felt that the distance between him and Dugu Jian had shortened.

His breathing became rapid, but the light in his eyes burned even brighter. He reached out, his fingers pale from the strain, his knuckles trembling slightly from the pressure of the rope, but his will made his hand firmly reach for the sword hilt.

When Yun Muhan's fingers finally touched the hilt of Dugu Jian, he felt a warm and powerful force coming from the hilt, as if a life was awakening within the sword.

This power, like an electric current, flowed through his fingertips, along his arm, and throughout his entire body, filling every cell with vitality. He could feel the Dugu Sword trembling, as if responding to his call; the blade emitted a soft hum, a sound of recognition and expectation for its master.

A surge of unprecedented power welled up in Yun Muhan's heart. He knew that the connection between him and Dugu Jian was stronger than any chain.

Yun Muhan was overjoyed: the sword spirit of this sword has not been erased. In history, the one who obtained the Dugu Sword was Tianren Qingyou, but the Dugu Sword did not exert much power in Tianren Qingyou's hands. The main reason for this was that the Dugu Sword Spirit had died at that time.

Yun Muhan's eyes were tightly closed, his brows furrowed, and he concentrated all his mental energy. His breathing became heavy and powerful, each breath seeming to gather strength for an impending explosion. His muscles were taut, every vein throbbed, and all the power in his body gathered in his hands, which gripped the sword hilt tightly.

The sword began to tremble slightly under his efforts, as if sensing his determination and strength and resonating with it. The trembling grew more and more intense, seemingly cheering for the impending liberation.

A green light emanated from within the sword, initially a faint speck, but as Yun Muhan infused it with his power, it gradually brightened, like an awakened gem radiating an increasingly intense glow. The green light was full of life; it flowed within the sword, like a bound spirit finally finding its outlet.

Suddenly, the sword emitted a clear and resounding clang, a sound that soared into the sky and shook the very soul. A burst of green light erupted, as dazzling as the sun, illuminating everything around it. The iron chains began to crumble before this power; like fragile straws, they snapped under the impact of the light, emitting a crisp cracking sound.

Yun Muhan felt the ropes binding him begin to loosen, and a surge of joy welled up within him. He knew this was the opportunity he had been waiting for, and his destiny was about to change.

With all his might, Yun Muhan finally pulled the Dugu Sword from its chains. The green light emanating from the sword reached its peak at that moment, illuminating not only the surroundings but also instantly enveloping Yun Muhan, enveloping him in a cocoon of light. The ropes turned to ash in this light, vanishing without a trace the instant they touched the green light.

Yun Muhan gripped the sword hilt and slowly stood up. He felt an unprecedented power flowing within him, a power like a surging river, full of boundless vitality and potential.

"Boy, don't let me down." The sword spirit said disdainfully, looking at Yun Muhan with a hint of displeasure.

"Rest assured! I, Yun Muhan, will be the new emperor ruling the Demon Continent!" Yun Muhan declared firmly.

"Tch! Just to rule over a demon province? What's so great about ruling over a mid-sized star field? Be more ambitious and join me in ruling the Three Realms."

"The Three Realms? Uh, Dugu Jianling! Although I once stood at the peak, I wouldn't even dare to dream of ruling the Three Realms."

"Do you know why I chose you?" the sword spirit retorted.

"Because for tens of thousands of years, only I, Yun Muhan, have entered this altar, you can only choose me."

"Wrong, terribly wrong. Although I cannot see your ambition, I firmly believe that you can create miracles, and keep creating miracles." The sword spirit's tone was no longer contemptuous and arrogant, but rather acknowledging that Yun Muhan was its master.

"A miracle? Are you referring to the Qiankun Painting Brush on my body? Or the Minglong Pearl?" Yun Muhan asked, his questions piling up.

"Neither! It is the heart of utmost goodness!" the sword spirit said firmly.

"A heart of utmost goodness, but isn't what you want ambition?"

There is no absolute good or absolute evil in the world. Only eternity exists in the human world. Whether it is ambition or kindness, it is all just a matter of a single thought.

Space shattered, and Yun Muhan appeared in the cave, holding a sword emitting a green light in his right hand.

Yun Muhan carefully examined the Dugu Sword in his hand. He saw that the blade was flashing with a mysterious green light, as if it contained endless power.

At this moment, the sword spirit's voice rang in Yun Muhan's mind: "This sword is called Dugu Du, an ancient divine weapon, whose wielder is invincible. There are only nine of them in the world, representing the ultimate power of the nine elements."

Yun Muhan gripped the sword hilt tightly, his eyes resolute: "No matter how many difficulties lie ahead, I will definitely use this sword to protect my beloved."

"Brother Mu Han!"

Ye Yunxi's figure moved swiftly and urgently like a whirlwind. Her steps were light yet firm, each one revealing her concern and worry for Yun Muhan. When she reached Yun Muhan, her movements became exceptionally gentle yet urgent, her jade-like hands tightly embracing him, as if she wanted to convey all her warmth and strength through this embrace.

Her embrace was so tight that her arms trembled slightly, and her cheek was pressed against Yun Muhan's chest, where she could feel his heart beating.

Tears welled in Ye Yunxi's eyes, a complex mix of worry, fear, and relief. Her eyelashes were wet, and with each blink, tears seemed to glisten, but she tried hard not to let them fall; she didn't want to appear vulnerable in front of Yun Muhan.

Ye Yunxi's face was filled with dependence and trust in Yun Muhan. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she was speechless with excitement. She simply hugged him tightly, expressing her care and love for him through her actions.

Yun Muhan could feel Ye Yunxi's body temperature and rapid breathing; her embrace gave him extra strength. He gently patted Ye Yunxi's back, using this simple gesture to comfort her and let her know he was alright. His voice was deep and gentle, even though he himself had just gone through a life-or-death struggle.