"Chu Feng, you are already a genius Spirit World Master. In your hands, this sword can unleash even greater power."
"If those treasures of our Heavenly Master God Sect truly fell into the hands of the Seven Realms Holy Mansion, it would have greatly increased your difficulty."
"And yet, despite all of that, you still need to help me seek revenge."
"I feel ashamed."
"Please, you must accept this sword. Otherwise… I will kneel here and never rise."
Fu Xing said.
"No, no, no."
"I'll accept it, then."
"To tell you the truth, I've wanted this sword for a long time."
"I just didn't expect that it was the foremost among the Heavenly Master God Sect's Ten Great Artifacts."
As he spoke, Chu Feng took the Heavenly Master God Sword.
Immediately, he channeled the power of the sealed barrier and entered the sword.
In the next instant, the four-foot-long black iron transformed into a massive black sword ten meters in length, wreathed in dark, billowing energy that was incomparably domineering.
"The Heavenly Master God Sword."
"Truly a fine blade."
Chu Feng gripped the sword, his excitement palpable.
Even though he had held it before and felt its power, experiencing that force once more still thrilled him to the core.
"Chu Feng, the Heavenly Master God Sword cannot be activated for extended periods, or it will trigger a backlash. The longer you use it, the stronger the backlash becomes."
"So… try not to activate it in normal circumstances whenever possible."
Fu Xing cautioned.
"A backlash?"
Chu Feng was somewhat surprised.
After all, the sword was right in his hands, yet he felt no hint of any backlash.
"There is."
"The moment you grip this sword, a backlash black line will extend outward from your wrist. When the line reaches your heart, that is when the backlash will manifest."
"The severity of the backlash can be judged by the speed at which the line extends."
Fu Xing stood and rolled up Chu Feng's sleeve directly. Upon seeing his wrist, she froze.
There was no black line on Chu Feng's wrist.
Chu Feng asked curiously, "Then does that mean my backlash develops more slowly?"
Fu Xing seemed not to believe her own eyes. She rubbed Chu Feng's wrist again, stared at it for a while longer, and only then let go.
"Fine."
"Do as you please with it."
Fu Xing said.
"Why?"
Chu Feng asked.
"You have no backlash line. I believe… you won't suffer any backlash at all."
Fu Xing said.
"Well… that's a good thing."
Chu Feng smiled.
Fu Xing's expression, however, was complicated. The most important treasure of their Heavenly Master God Sect — who would have thought that today, it would finally meet its most suitable wielder?
"Oh, right, Chu Feng. I also have some ancient-era teleportation talismans here."
"Once activated, their power is immense — ordinary Heavenly Gods would be unable to stop them."
"However, these teleportation talismans still need to be awakened before they can be used."
"And the awakening process is very difficult. At our current realm, we are not yet capable of it."
"But Senior Sikong Changsheng should be able to manage it."
"You could ask him for help."
As she spoke, Fu Xing produced several teleportation talismans.
But the moment Chu Feng laid eyes on them, he immediately saw through the trick.
"Can I try awakening them?"
Chu Feng asked.
"Well… go ahead and try."
Although Fu Xing said as much, she had no expectation that Chu Feng would succeed.
Hum— In the next moment, the talismans lit up with radiant light one after another.
Fu Xing's expression changed drastically, and she hastily snatched one of the talismans from Chu Feng's hand.
"How did you do that?"
Fu Xing stared wide-eyed at Chu Feng.
Even when her master awakened these talismans, it required considerable time.
There was no way it could be done as quickly as Chu Feng had managed.
And yet, those teleportation talismans had genuinely been successfully awakened.
"I felt that the power of my bloodline could awaken these talismans, so I gave it a try."
"Didn't expect that my intuition would be correct."