Divine wind energy from within his body poured into the Purple Blood Soft Sword. To his astonishment, thin spatial blades materialized along the sword's edge out of thin air. At the same time, a faint, bloody light circulated along the blade, and a continuous, resonant singing sound emanated from the sword itself.
"Lin Lei, stop, please stop!" Dilia cried out in alarm.
Lin Lei immediately ceased channeling his divine energy and looked at Dilia in confusion. "Dilia, what's wrong?"
Dilia's face was pale, her eyes wide with fear as she stared at the Purple Blood Soft Sword. "This sword, it just now..."
"What happened? Tell me quickly," Lin Lei urged.
The color gradually returned to Dilia's cheeks, but the fear lingered. "That singing sound from the sword just now—I don't know how, but my soul started to tremble. The energy in my body went chaotic, and I felt like I was losing control of myself."
"Hm?" A glint of pleasant surprise appeared in Lin Lei's eyes.
The sword's singing sounded perfectly ordinary to him, so he hadn't expected it to have such a potent effect on others.
"Lin Lei, can you make the Purple Blood Soft Sword stop making that sound? I can't stand it," Dilia said apologetically.
Lin Lei realized it was his own fault and quickly reassured her. "Don't worry, Dilia. I won't let the Purple Blood Soft Sword make that sound again." The scene that had just unfolded had filled him with secret delight. Simply seeing the spatial blades manifest on the sword's edge had been a thrill.
Without employing any laws, merely infusing it with divine energy made the sword this razor-sharp.
"A divine weapon, as expected. Only when powered by divine energy does its true might emerge. In the past, I was merely fighting with the raw material of the Purple Blood Soft Sword."
Lin Lei then directed his mental power into the sword's interior. Inside, he could only sense a powerful, malevolent aura. When his mental power touched this aura, he clearly saw the terrifying scenes it contained.
An endless ocean of blood.
Countless corpses and skeletons of various races floated in the crimson sea—giant corpses dozens of meters tall, skeletons glowing with a greenish light, beings with scales, horned foreheads, or four arms...
Innumerable bodies drifted in the sea of blood.
In hazy glimpses, Lin Lei caught fleeting images: a violet sword dripping with blood, an eerie man with long purple hair and purple robes. The man had sharp, sword-like eyebrows, and his eyes seemed to hold a trace of bloodlust.
Just sensing this through his mental power, Lin Lei felt a crushing pressure that made it hard to breathe.
"That was the Purple Blood Soft Sword," Lin Lei understood with absolute clarity. "That purple-haired man... was the sword's previous owner?"
Scenes of the eerie man wielding the Purple Blood Soft Sword in slaughter flashed through his mind like lightning—some blurry, occasionally a bit clear, but then all the images faded away.
"Laughable, laughable," Lin Lei looked at the sword in his hand and chuckled.
He had been foolishly hoping to discover the method for using the Purple Blood Soft Sword simply by examining it.
"No matter how powerful a divine weapon is, it's just a weapon, not a living being. How could it tell me how to unleash its special attacks? I still have to figure that out myself." Lin Lei understood that perhaps the sword's former owner had known how to wield it properly.
But that former owner was unreachable now.
Perhaps they were dead, after all. If they were alive, how would a divine weapon that could recognize its master through blood have ended up sealed in a passageway?
"However, at least I now know two things. After infusing it with divine energy, the Purple Blood Soft Sword becomes incomparably sharp. Combined with my 'Dimensional Slash of Speed,' its offensive power will increase dramatically." Confidence swelled in Lin Lei's heart. "And then there's that singing sound—it can actually shock the soul and affect the opponent."
During battle, this sound could ring out continuously.
If the enemy was affected while he remained unscathed, the difference it made would be immense.
"Exactly how to amplify the singing's effect will require further exploration later." Lin Lei then stored the Purple Blood Soft Sword in his spatial ring. His attention now shifted to what he valued most... the Coiling Dragon Ring!
He had found this ring in his ancestral home.
Its previous owner had been Grandpa Derinkoort. It was because of this ring that he had met Grandpa Derinkoort and embarked on the path of becoming a powerhouse.
The initial excitement subsided as Lin Lei gazed at the ring; his heart grew calm. He seemed to see the white-haired, kind-faced Grandpa Derinkoort. Grandpa Derinkoort had always dreamed of one day reaching the Divine Realm, but after entering the Coiling Dragon Ring, he'd lost that chance. In guiding Lin Lei, perhaps he had also hoped to see Lin Lei reach the pinnacle.
"Grandpa Derinkoort, I've finally stepped into the Divine Realm today," Lin Lei whispered in his heart.
"If only you were still alive, Grandpa..." A sigh escaped him.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Lei focused his mind and channeled his wind system divine energy into the 'Coiling Dragon Ring.' But he found to his surprise: "It's useless? Infusing the Coiling Dragon Ring with divine energy has no effect?" He was puzzled. Divine weapons typically reacted when divine energy was poured into them.
Yet the Coiling Dragon Ring remained inert.
"Could it be a more unusual type of divine weapon?" Lin Lei withdrew his divine energy and instead渗入 (seeped his mental power) into the ring.
In truth, when he had become a god, the Laws of the World had enveloped his soul. Although his soul had split into two, upon contact with the Laws, it had undergone another transformation—a fundamental metamorphosis.
All who became gods independently experienced such a transformation.
Lin Lei's soul had transformed, and naturally, the vast mental power rooted in his soul had also changed. When his mental power entered the Coiling Dragon Ring, a faint green light flickered within it. Simultaneously, Lin Lei sensed a unique power contained inside.
"This is?"
Lin Lei was astonished.
Suddenly, an incredibly powerful, surging aura made contact with his mental power. This aura was so formidable that it sent a tremor through the depths of his being—it was overwhelmingly strong. The aura left within the Coiling Dragon Ring was far more powerful than the one in the Purple Blood Soft Sword.
"Lucky little fellow," a deep, resonant voice echoed in Lin Lei's mind. "This was a ring I was very fond of during my life. It is a divine artifact for soul defense. However, it is now damaged. It failed to protect me, so naturally, it was broken. To repair it, one can only nurture it slowly with mental power, allowing it to gradually recover... as for the time it will take, I cannot predict. Actually, I was very curious to know who would obtain this ring of mine, but... I no longer have that chance. Never again..."
The deep, resonant voice gradually faded away.