When he first met Ningxia, he didn't react much at first. It's just another little ghost head sent in by the master for training. He didn't know how many he saw during the time he was stationed here.
Watching these teenagers come in one by one and go out anew, it can occasionally add a little life to his path shrouded in darkness. After a long time, he would even follow his fellow tribesmen to hide in the dark and play tricks on them before letting them go with satisfaction. This was considered a small part of their daily fun.
The little girl in front of me... is nothing special. The first impression is quite ordinary. She is thin and weak, her aura is not strong enough, she has a youthful feeling, and at most she can only show off. It's the kind of little transparency that you definitely won't find among the elites.
The way the other party barged in so recklessly was a bit silly to be honest. They, a group of old monsters, didn't mind the excitement and hid in the secret compartment, intending to scare this poor little guy. Unexpectedly, the other party was actually someone armed with a sharp weapon, which made them all dumbfounded. I didn’t expect that the young man today is quite tough.
That sword was still very young, and they, the "old warriors", could tell at a glance that the opponent was probably not even a fraction of their age, and even his consciousness had not yet fully developed.
However, the enthusiasm and territorial awareness really stunned them.
From afar, I could hear the other party's warning, his sword aura was fierce, and his temper was fierce. They have been sinking in the tower for many years, and they haven't encountered this kind of vibrant consciousness for an unknown amount of time.
All the swordsmen were dumbfounded, feeling that this young sword was a little too sensitive. No matter how much they want to go out, they won't steal other people's masters, and they won't follow everyone.
If everyone who came in could take away one, there wouldn't be so many ancient swords stranded here.
Besides, this one seems to belong to me now, so I can probably just take a look at it. What is this little thing excited about?
However, they soon discovered that they had thought too simply.
The other party is obviously not only warning, but also declaring and resonating.
Gradually, they also read the thoughts that the other party wanted to convey from the increasingly strong resonance.
Get stronger, get stronger... He wants to get stronger.
No one can better understand the mentality of the sword master than the sword in his hand.
Ningxia cherishes him, loves him, and also appreciates him. But the other party never treated him as a real spiritual sword.
The consciousness of Zhonghuan Sword Spirit was born not long ago, and it is nothing more than a very fragile consciousness.
Having been bathed in Ningxia's spiritual power for a long time, he has a natural affinity for Ningxia, like some kind of innate instinct, rooted deep in the heart of the sword.
It is said that such a sword spirit is the easiest to connect with the sword master. But it was different when it came to him.
The body of the sword was too powerful. Compared with his extremely fragile fragments of consciousness, the body of the sword already had a very mature system. How to operate the absorbed spiritual power, how to communicate with the sword master, the spiritual power feedback rate... these are all automatically completed by the sword itself. As the core of it, he cannot control these powers, and it is even difficult to use these powers to strengthen the soul. .
The inability to control the body is equally fatal to the sword. He couldn't even freely mobilize his true power to protect Ningxia. Every time he wanted to explode with more power, he would be blocked by an invisible barrier.
He is too weak.
The shackles are in the body and cannot be controlled. Chonghuan Sword wants to break the shackles that are now attached to him and Ningxia, and wants to truly become a sword in Ningxia's hands, rather than a vague symbol.
If it can't protect her, how can it be called her sword?
His protection of Ningxia is just like the closeness rooted in his body, originating from instinct.
And right in front of us is an excellent opportunity.
Sword Spirit vaguely felt that this would be his chance. That's why he screamed so desperately, not only to declare, but also to determine, to truly break through himself.
His tenacity and strong appeal are the reasons why so many swords appear. In fact, there has been no such example since the sword tower was opened. In the past, most ancient swords would choose to hide in the dark and secretly observe those interested humans.
The days were boring and depressing, and all the enthusiasm was lost to time. If he hadn't held his breath, it might have broken off on its own, completely.
Today, they felt something different from this young spirit sword, which was hope, unyielding, and strong determination to make progress.
And this is what they have lost for a long time. To them who have been immersed in darkness for a long time, it is like a small cluster of light, weak but still burning.
The same is true for Wang Jian.
His past was so far away that he had long forgotten the memory of being a spiritual sword.
The thought of Chonghuan Sword once again evoked his obsession for many years.
What kind of existence are humans?
Why do all the spirit swords become crazy for them, become paranoid, and become obsessed with what they are fighting for? What kind of existence are they to humans?
Looking at the confused expression of the other party, Wang Jian knew that his question would probably not be answered satisfactorily. Of course, maybe it's not necessary because he seems to understand a little bit.
"You have to work hard. She doesn't seem to understand yet..." Wang Jian said suddenly, with unclear meaning. Ning Xia was confused when she heard it, but found that the other person didn't seem to be talking to her.
Feeling the rising air waves, she lowered her head slightly. At some point, Chonghuan Sword broke free from the group of swords and swam to her side.
Then Ningxia heard two weak buzzes from Chonghuan Sword, which seemed to be responding to something.
Wang Jian didn't say anything more. The hilt of the sword shone slightly and he said to Ning Xia: "It's almost time. Since you already have the natal spirit sword, you can skip this section directly. I will send you to the central formation in a moment for formal training. . I hope you will take it seriously."
Hearing this, Ningxia's heart tightened, knowing that the real test was coming. After all, such a heavily guarded forbidden area cannot be just a spirit sword amusement park.
"Everyone, stop spinning around and go back to your own place." Wang Jian made a clanging sound towards the other side, as if he was scolding something. The ancient sword that was still wandering up and down disappeared in an instant, so fast that Ningxia didn't even catch it. to an afterimage.
Now there is only one person and two swords left standing in the dim space.
"It's time for me to go, and I wish you all the best." The silver-white sword began to emit a faint halo, and the sword began to blur, and soon only half of the afterimage remained.
Before Ningxia could recover from the sudden silence, the figure of the other party was almost invisible. She subconsciously shouted: "I wonder if your Excellency has a name..."
"nameless."
As the last faint bytes dissipated in the air, the last bits of halo disappeared completely.
The space returned to calm.
