[Lu Ran, have you gone to the Heavenly Realm?]Jiang Ruyi looked grave.

[Yes, what's going on?]

[The Cold Night Sword has sensed the divine weapon that has been suppressing it.]

[Oh?]Lu Ran raised an eyebrow slightly.

Unlike the previous buzzing of the Silent Night Blade, this time, Lu Ran was not too flustered.

Because the owner of the other divine weapon was likely not the Divine Demon itself.

After all, Lu Ran was not in the Divine Mountain region, which also meant that the Master of Divine Weapon and he were both in the same realm—the First Layer of Heaven!

So, the other party should be a human believer wandering the Heavenly Realm?

[Which direction is the opponent in... Hmm, give me the Cold Night Sword.]Lu Ran changed his mind midway.

"Whew~"

The ghostly shadow of the Divine Demon flew out from Lu Ran's eyes, with terrifying energy surging, transforming into a Black Ice Long Sword at the side of Jiang Ruyi's shadow.

"Clap." Lu Ran grasped the sword hilt with one hand.

"Buzz~" The Cold Night Sword trembled slightly, with the energy of the Sword Spirit flowing over the hilt, seeping into Lu Ran's palm, conveying strands of emotion.

The words that Lu Ran was about to say stopped.

He extended two fingers to gently stroke the cold sword body. He had given too little attention to this divine weapon, which never cried or made trouble.

"This is the Heavenly Realm." Jiang Ruyi's shadow flew to the entrance of the cave, looking at the mountain peaks soaked in a sea of mist.

"Mm." Lu Ran gripped the hilt before asking, "Which direction is the opponent in?"

The tip of the Cold Night Sword turned, pointing southeast.

"Is it far?"

The sword tip nodded a bit, then wobbled again.

"Not too far, not too close, huh?" Lu Ran twirled a Sword Flower, forming a plan in his mind, "Let's go and take a look."

"Buzz!"

Lu Ran smiled, turning his head to Jiang Ruyi's shadow: "Xian Mo, are you coming back?"

Since Jiang Ruyi had taken the Jade Talisman and Ghost Talisman, transforming into the pseudo God Stone sculpture, the code name set long ago could finally be used.

The shadow of Xian Mo slowly flew back: "You want to take the Cold Night Sword to find the opponent?"

Lu Ran nodded: "Anyway, I have to find the Divine Mountain. The opponent might just be a warrior guarding it."

This conclusion was well-founded.

On the Heavenly Realm Battlefield, those wandering around collecting the Holy Spirit Energy were nothing but God Demon lackeys and the Faceless Jade Venerable.

As for the human believers, most of them lived nearby the Divine Mountain, waiting for orders from the God Demon Lord.

Human believers capable of wandering around had to have a relatively special status.

For example, those who could instant teleport or move at high speed.

If they didn't have a "Vajra Drill," it would truly be easy to be caught and plundered by the Faceless Jade Venerable, and the God Demon wouldn't want to suffer a loss for nothing either.

"Hmm..." Xian Mo's shadow frowned slightly.

Strictly speaking, Jiang Ruyi was the true Master of Divine Weapon. She should be the one taking the Cold Night Sword to challenge opponents.

Divine Weapons were not mundane objects at all.

They were exceedingly proud entities!

The vast majority of Divine Weapons could never tolerate their masters retreating, nor would they willingly fall into outsiders' hands to resort to trickery and let others help defeat enemies.

This path to godhood had to be carved out jointly by the Divine Weapon and its master!

The path for the Cold Night Sword to becoming a god was quite special.

It was indeed Jiang Ruyi's divine weapon, but its Sword Spirit formation, awakened thinking, and even the direction of its Divine Weapon Domain insight were entirely centered around Lu Ran.

Lu Ran indeed wasn't the Master of Divine Weapon, but he was by no means an outsider either.

This was a genuine bug...

"Let me do it." Lu Ran gently stroked the sword body, "The Cold Night doesn't object, it likes being with me, right?"

"Buzz~"

Jiang Ruyi couldn't help but chuckle, the core of the Sword Spirit came from the Master of Divine Weapon, could the Cold Night Sword refuse Lu Ran's request?

"Come back."

"Mm, then be careful." Jiang Ruyi said no more and merged into Lu Ran's pupils alone.

At a thought, Lu Ran let the Fiery Phoenix Patterned Gourd spew out one Heavenly Realm Great Power after another.

"Flutter flutter flutter~"

Wei Yun first transformed into a black crow, then swiftly concealed himself, flying out of the cave.

Listening to the sound of the scout flying away, Lu Ran spoke: "Elder Bai, any prediction?"

Bai Yanhui immediately formed a hand seal, spreading out an illusionary text from within—心 (Heart).

Everyone waited for a moment, then saw Bai Yanhui nodding slightly, saying something reassuring: "This old man's mental realm is relatively calm, it seems nothing unexpected will happen."

Lu Ran was quite pleased, stepping to Deng Yuxiang's side, placing a hand on her back, and from the perspective of the Dust Shadow Divine Technique, left an invisible space mark.

"This sword?" Deng Yuxiang noticed the Black Ice Long Sword in his hand.

Lu Ran didn't explain, instead saying: "Everyone, proceed with your tasks. I'm going to seek out the Divine Mountain. If anything happens, alert me promptly."

"Yes!"

"Yes." The officers' responses were firm and powerful.

Lu Ran nodded to everyone, then turned and walked towards the cave entrance.

At the same time, on a rather special Divine Mountain.

This mountain was covered with beautiful ice-blue rose blossoms, while also densely populated with tall withered trees, forming two extremes.

A black-clad woman with disheveled hair leaned against a withered tree, her gaze terrifyingly fierce.

She was of a slender build, with a gaunt face and skin as pale as illness. As she grasped the sword at her waist, that intimidating gaze finally softened slightly.

"Whew~"

The long sword made of Tianchen Steel quivered lightly, with the Sword Spirit slowly piecing together.

This was also the image of a woman, and it could be seen that the Sword Spirit bore some resemblance to the woman in black.

However, the Sword Spirit had long flowing hair and a cold, beautiful demeanor, unlike the disheveled and haggard appearance of the woman in black.

"They are coming." The Sword Spirit spoke softly.

Upon hearing this, the slightly softened expression of the woman in black turned gloomy again.

She lifted her head to look at the Sword Spirit, wanting to say something, but she found the Sword Spirit was just gazing towards the northwest, not looking at her at all.

Once, as master and follower, their relationship was not like this.

Until one day, her beloved died on the battlefield...

"It's time for me to leave." The Sword Spirit muttered, gazing at the cloudy sky.

"No." The woman in black said sharply.

The Sword Spirit remained expressionless, slightly turning her head, glancing sideways at the Master of Divine Weapon: "If you won't accompany him, I will."

"Shut up!" The woman in black was clearly provoked, she clutched the sword hilt tightly, her tone and gaze growing increasingly venomous.

It was hard to imagine such a relationship between a Master of Divine Weapon and her weapon.

"Heh heh heh heh..."

A chilling, strange laughter came from above the woman in black.

With an extremely sinister gaze, the woman whipped her head around.

The dead tree she had been leaning against was not an ordinary large tree; it was the Evil Demon known as the Tree Face Demon.

At that moment, on the thick tree trunk, a cracked face appeared. It was frightfully ghastly, and on top of that, let out a series of mocking laughs.

It was apparent that the Tree Face Demon clan, once unable to speak, seemed to have "evolved" after advancing to the Heavenly Realm.

They could now vocalize.

"Crack!"

With the Divine Sword already in her hand, the woman in black struck the tree trunk with force.

"Hiss!!" The Tree Face Demon let out a shriek, and the withered branches swayed violently, emitting an ear-piercing friction sound.

It was teeth-grindingly unbearable to hear.

"Yin Yan! What are you doing?" A voice came distantly, filled with shock and anger, "Have you gone mad! Do you want us to be punished..."

The woman in black, named "Yin Yan," turned around, and the chiding voice abruptly halted.

"He is already dead." Cold words came from the Sword Spirit's mouth.

Yin Yan stood with her back to the Sword Spirit, her eyes slightly widened, and the pale hand gripping the sword hilt trembled uncontrollably.

A surge of malicious aura spread from her body.

Even the Tree Face Demon, who had been enjoying the spectacle, stopped mocking her.

Truly, this place was the Divine Mountain, constantly under the watchful eyes of God Demons.

The group of God Demon lackeys represented the Divine Demon itself, and human believers were to show utmost respect to these lackeys.

Yet, after all, this was a world where strength spoke!

"To save you." The Sword Spirit appeared oblivious to the terrifying aura of its master, its cold words deeply stabbing the heart of the Master of Divine Weapon.

Yin Yan slowly turned, looking at the Sword Spirit.

Through the unparalleled grace of the Sword Spirit, she seemed to see her former self.

However, it was that very self, full of spirit and vigor, that uttered words which now pained her deeply:

"It's your fault."

"Shut...shut up!"

The Sword Spirit slowly floated closer, coldly staring at the Master of Divine Weapon: "I should have stepped aside long ago, if you and I could not protect our loved one, then we should not delay others from protecting their beloved."

"I told you...to shut up." Yin Yan slightly bowed her head, trembling as she spoke.

The Sword Spirit slightly raised its chin, coldly gazing at the woman with a lowered head, commanding, "Let go, I'll go find them."

Reversed Celestial Spirit?

Yes.

But this scene was more like the once high and mighty Yin Yan, maintaining her elegance and decisiveness of old, looking down upon the now lost and desolate Yin Yan.

"Buzz!"

The Divine Sword suddenly trembled, attempting to escape its owner's grasp.

However, as powerful as a Third-tier Divine Weapon, it remained tightly held by Yin Yan's pale hand, unable to escape.

"Do you hear, Yin Yan." The Sword Spirit coldly stated.

"Wait for them to come." Yin Yan grasped the sword hilt with one hand and directly held the sharp blade with the other.

"Why put on such a pretense?" The Sword Spirit looked at the Master of Divine Weapon who refused to let go, "Must you make me despise you?"

Yin Yan bit her lip hard, saying nothing.

She had nothing left of his.

Whether it was his remains, clothes, or his Divine Weapon, everything, she failed to protect.

This Divine Sword of Longing was her last remnant of memory.

Although Yin Yan always told the Sword Spirit to shut up.

Yet her stubbornness in keeping the Divine Weapon by her side, wasn't it also to let the Sword Spirit remind her, to punish herself day and night?

"Yin Yan." The Sword Spirit of Longing coldly said.

"Wait for them to come." Yin Yan slowly sat under the tree, "If they are worthy, I will fulfill your wish."

The Sword Spirit was silent for a long time and did not return to the sword.

She turned to look into the distance.

Wherever the Tree Face Demon resided, the mountains cracked, and not a blade of grass grew.

This race would absorb surrounding energies, drain all nutrients, just like they once drained his remains.

Yet swathes of Ice Roses still bloomed splendidly.

Hiding ugliness beneath a beautiful facade.

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