Its essence was stripped from the blade, the precious Profound Nether Blood Gold was devoured, and the sword body instantly dimd. Its runes shattered, leaving it on the verge of destruction.
Nie Linglan wasted nothing, thodically devouring the many unique materials from the Mingxue Executioner Sword, leaving behind only unusable dregs.
Instantly, the broken sword beca whole again. Its damaged blade was restored, and its entire body glowed like a magnificent blood jade, radiating a fierce sharpness.
Then, it began to drink blood!
The sword trembled lightly, its runes flaring to life. A vast, sea-like sword light stirred the Blood Pool before it, which now churned with baleful energy and dazzling, bloody radiance.
CLANG!
With a sharp cry, the new sword plunged into the Blood Pool, imdiately creating a raging vortex.
Nie Linglan’s apparition materialized above the Blood Pool. Clad in red, she was especially enchanting, her figure seductive and her stunning face full of charm. Her red lips were parted, constantly gulping down the essence below.
Pillars of blood shot into the sky like waterspouts, spiraling directly into Nie Linglan’s mouth.
This Blood Pool was only about ten feet square, but it was bottomless—a veritable feast.
「For three full days and nights.」
The vicious blood in the Blood Pool was finally consud.
The omnipresent baleful energy vanished, replaced by the sword-qi of a Blood Sea that covered the vast void. Its edge was so sharp it would make even pure-blooded ancient species shudder in fear.
Densely packed runes covered the new sword, and its light was cold and terrifying. It was enveloped in a nearly tangible layer of blood-light that reflected visions of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, where even Demons and Gods were slain. It was as if the blade was born only for slaughter.
"What a sword!" Wang Xiu grasped the hilt, his eyes filled with joy as he felt the overwhelming sharpness contained within. He lifted his hand and gave it a wave.
"OINK! OINK! OINK!—"
In that instant, the Blood Sea churned. Countless gargantuan figures erged, charging forth like an army of thousands with fluttering banners and battle cries that shook the heavens for a thousand miles.
Looking closely, one could see them: Pig Spirits as large as mountains, clad in scale armor, with eyes that glowed with blood-light. They had wings on their backs and blood-red patterns covering their bodies as they galloped forth, trampling heaven and earth!
"Fuck!" Wang Xiu rarely cursed, but he felt half his composure shatter.
Why the hell are they still pigs?
Although these pigs now had wings, scale armor, and blood patterns, which made them a little more majestic... the pig snouts, pig ears, pig heads, and pig tails were still so damned conspicuous!
Most importantly, their cries hadn’t changed one bit! In fact, they were even louder now, booming like rolling thunder.
"What’s going on? Where are those oinks coming from?" Far away, the waiting Li Xuanqi and the others widened their eyes and looked in this direction.
"It sounds like it’s coming from the Blood Pool!"
"What powerful sword-qi! A Holy Artifact must have been born!" the young prodigies exclaid in surprise, gazing at the sky. The Blood Sea was filled with an overwhelming murderous energy, its terrifying edge covering a thousand miles. The sheer montum of its presence was chilling to the bone, making one’s soul tremble. A single distant glance was enough to make them feel as if their bodies would collapse and their Divine Souls would shatter. It was absolutely terrifying.
But... why were there pig oinks?
Isn’t Senior Brother Wang Xiu forging a divine weapon? How could there be oinking? We must be hearing things... They doubted their own ears. The oinking was so pure and clear, without the slightest hint of distortion. It just didn’t seem like a sound that belonged there.
Wang Xiu watched the scene with a stoic expression, his fists clenched so tightly he wanted to cry but couldn’t shed a single tear.
What in the world is this? Are the pig genes really this overpowering? After fusing the blood of so many ancient Fierce Beasts, the pig form still dominates? This is outrageous!
Countless Pig Spirits circled around Wang Xiu, oinking incessantly, their eyes gleaming as if seeking his approval.
Wang Xiu was helpless. He was making progress, and so were the pigs. They were still pigs, but they were stronger than before. This was especially true for the Qiong Qi hiding among them. It had lost all of its original features. And while it was now more ferocious, it had blended so seamlessly with the herd that it was almost indistinguishable at first glance.
Ignoring the spectacle, the new sword’s edge was unparalleled. It was a true treasure of slaughter. Its runes were perfect, putting it on par with a true Holy Artifact. Moreover, it was a Holy Artifact that could grow. Its potential was astonishing.
He caressed the blade, pondering for a mont before declaring, "From now on, your na shall be the Asura Heaven Punishnt Sword!"
Mountains of corpses, a sea of blood... an Asura Hell. It’s quite fitting.
However, the mont his fingers touched the blade, Nie Linglan reacted.
"BURP~" Nie Linglan’s belly was round and full, as if she were ten months pregnant and filled to the brim with blood-qi. When she opened her mouth, a spectacular, continuous spray of blood-light gushed out.
"Mmm~ My lord, so gentle..." Her eyes were glazed over in a drunken haze, as if she was still savoring the sensation.
The sword’s body was still tender, young, and sensitive. It was the first ti it had been held by its master. Inevitably... well, it was a wonderful first experience.
The corner of Wang Xiu’s mouth twitched. He couldn’t bear to look at the current Nie Linglan.
She had devoured too much blood. Her belly was bulging, stretching her red dress taut, and she was clearly unable to digest it all at once. Every ti she opened her mouth, a red, misty light stread out. Her entire body radiated sword-light, her aura burgeoning.
With the birth of the Holy Sword, her own power had surged dramatically. As the Sword Spirit of a Holy Artifact, she was now a genuine Nascent Soul-level Ghost Cultivator. Moreover, with the Holy Artifact as her vessel, her power would continue to advance at a rapid pace for so ti.
How disappointing! Wang Xiu thought, still depressed about the sky-filling Blood Sea of pigs. He smacked the flat of the blade twice.
The Blood Sea churned violently. Nie Linglan’s pretty face flushed crimson, and her voice beca as faint as a mosquito’s buzz. "This servant has erred. Please continue to punish , my lord..."
Wang Xiu was speechless.
What is this? Are you ssing with ? Keep this up and this Chapter won’t get past the censors. You’d better rein it in!
Wang Xiu returned to the group and only briefly ntioned the Asura Heaven Punishnt Sword, not going into any detail.
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