Chapter Ten: The Secret of the Ancient Sword

  Sunlight filters through the treetops, sprinkling down into the forest. On a tall black ironwood tree, a young man sits on a thick branch, holding a delicate purple ancient sword in his arms. The young man lowers his head, looking at the purple ancient sword in his arms, his expression increasingly puzzled.

  The young man was Lin, and at this moment, the ancient sword no longer had a hint of its former ferocity. No one would associate this exquisite, art-like ancient sword with that ferocious and domineering magic sword.

  Ling Lin carefully rubbed the ancient sword, his expression focused. The hint of doubt at the tip of his brow, however, revealed that the young man's heart was not calm at this moment.

  "What's the origin of this ancient sword that was brought out from the mysterious pool by itself?"

  "Father."

  His hair stood on end as he heard this voice.

  Who's calling?!

  The sunlight filters through the treetops, casting large areas of shadow. At this moment, the black forest has an eerie atmosphere. Looking around, the desolate iron forest is devoid of human presence, except for the vast expanse of black ironwood that stretches as far as the eye can see, like a black ocean.

  "Could it be an illusion?" Ling Lin muttered to himself, but he didn't quite believe it. "How could a warrior still experience auditory hallucinations!"

  "Father." This time the voice was even clearer than before.

  Ling Lin suddenly fixed his gaze on the ancient sword in his arms. He clearly felt that the sound just now came from here!

  Unbelievable!

  Ling Lin suddenly stood up with a "whoosh" sound. In an instant, he almost threw away the ancient sword in his hand. All of this was simply too eerie and evil for him!

  A sword actually spoke! The divine sword has a spirit, but this is too spirited. Ling Lin felt that the mysterious ancient sword was slowly revealing its misty corner.

  It's not that Ling Lin is being overly surprised, after all, this is only his third day in Qing Yuan Sect. At present, he is still a complete rookie in the cultivation world, and his knowledge of the cultivation world can be said to be severely lacking.

  At that moment when Lin was in a daze, a strong suction force came, and before he could react, his consciousness was pulled into a special space.

  ……

  A dark purple sky, a black sun hanging high, emitting endless ominous aura. On the crimson ground, you can see the corpses of giant ferocious beasts lying horizontally and vertically. At the closest distance to Linglin, there is a dragon-like creature.

  A small mountain-like body, four thick arms below are several meters long sharp claws, the body covered with scales has a row of dangerous bone spines. Ling Lin can even feel its icy coldness.

  "This guy probably can blow himself to death with one breath." Ling Lin didn't know how strong the guy in front of him was, but he had a faint feeling that his strength was absolutely terrifying.

  But, this powerful ferocious beast is now lying here. The radiant neck, the huge skull has disappeared. It's clear that someone beheaded it with a single sword strike.

  It's really hard to imagine how strong one must be to achieve this. And yet, here, such ferocious beasts are everywhere, and some of the auras emanating from the corpses of dead beasts are even more terrifying than that dragon-like beast!

  "What kind of place is this?" Ling Lin walked slowly, and along the way, he saw various ferocious beasts. There were tiger-shaped beasts with wings on their backs, giant snake-like beasts with multiple heads, and bird-like beasts with four pairs of wings covered in scales... However, Ling Lin could only observe from a distance, as the fierce aura emanating from the corpses of these beasts still made his body feel like it was about to split apart.

  "This is simply a massive ferocious beast mausoleum." Ling Lin was getting more and more horrified, there were too many, the ferocious beasts here were truly too numerous to count.

  However, Ling Lin noticed a phenomenon that apart from the corpses of fierce beasts, there were only corpses of fierce beasts!

  Could it be... an unthinkable idea emerged in Linglin's mind. They couldn't have all been killed by the same person, could they?

  "My goodness!" Ling Lin was also startled by his own idea. Is there really someone this powerful in the world?!

  "Father." A purple figure appeared in front of Ling Lin.

  "You... are you the Purple Ancient Sword?" Ling Lin looked down, staring at the small fatty in front of him who only reached his knee, and felt a familiar aura emanating from him, causing Ling Lin to exclaim in surprise.

  This is a delicate and lovely little boy, wearing a purple bellyband. A pair of big watery eyes are now pitifully looking at Ling Lin, gently pulling on Ling Lin's trouser legs, softly saying: "Father."

  Ling Lin picked up Xiao Pang and asked inexplicably, "Why did you call me father?"

  "Because it was you who awakened me, and you were the first thing I saw, so you are my father." The little fatty said in a milky voice.

  ……

  After a long conversation, Ling Lin finally roughly understood all this. The purple ancient sword was named "Purple Blood", and the little fat man was the new sword spirit of Purple Blood. Because he was a new sword spirit, the little fat man wasn't very clear about Purple Blood either, only vaguely knowing that its previous owner was a very powerful existence. The ferocious beasts in this dark purple space were just a part of what he had killed in his lifetime. Later, it seemed like he encountered a great calamity, and his life or death was unknown, even Purple Blood almost collapsed, and the sword spirit dispersed.

  As time passed, the Purple Blood Sword was slowly recovering. After countless years of rest, although it still hadn't recovered to even a fraction of its peak, it gradually brewed a new sword spirit. And with Ling Lin's appearance, the Purple Blood Sword, which had been sleeping in the mysterious water pool, was awakened.

  "So this is the space inside the Purple Blood Sword." Ling Lin said.

  "Yes." The little fatty nodded.

  He looked up at the high-hanging black sun and muttered to himself, "This is probably the source of the Purple Blood Sword's evil energy." Feeling the vast and immeasurable evil energy within it, Ling Lin whispered, "What kind of slaughter would be needed to gather such a massive amount of evil energy?" Then, looking around at the corpses of the fierce beasts, he seemed to understand something.

  Ling Lin found himself really lucky! The current Sword Spirit was a newly born, pure and innocent little fatty who called him Father. If the original ancient and powerful Sword Spirit had not passed away, it would be hard to say what the situation would be like now.

  Looking at the little guy in front of him who had saved his life twice, Ling Lin's eyes flashed with tenderness. He stroked the little guy's head and said: "From now on, let's call you Zilin. And I'm not your father, so from now on, you should call me brother."

  "Brother." Zilin was very obedient, Linglin was his only relative.

  This is simply a huge treasure trove, holding Zilin, Linglin asked: "How can I get in and out?"

  "Brother, as long as you have the intention to move, you can come and go freely. From now on, brother, if you want to come in, just a thought is enough," said Zilin. "However, I, Zilin, cannot accompany brother anymore. I'm so tired, I need to sleep."

  Ling Lin saw Zilin's body gradually becoming dim...