Yang Xiao had been anticipating this mont for a long ti, because he would finally be able to see the true face of Second Demon Uncle!
But as the green light dispelled the mist, Yang Xiao was shocked by the scene in front of him. He saw his uncle still sitting on the cushion with his back turned to him.
How is this possible?!
He had just instant teleportation from behind his uncle to the front, yet... how was he still behind?!
Back on both sides, then where is his face?
It was this mont of hesitation that made it too late for Yang Xiao to stop. He could only watch as the blade slashed straight towards his uncle’s back.
Yet his uncle’s hands remained in the sa position as before, as if he hadn’t reacted at all.
But in the next second, Yang Xiao’s blade was grabbed firmly by a hand and halted in mid-air.
At that mont, Yang Xiao’s mind went blank because... because another hand had reached out from Second Demon Uncle’s body and seized the blade.
Front and back...
Three hands...
Without any extra movents, the dazed Yang Xiao was flung away by a trendous force, his ears echoing with the sound of a bell never heard before.
It wasn’t grand and solemn but dull, very suffocating, almost as if his soul was about to be shattered by that sound.
In mid-air, his heart abruptly stopped, and he felt a very strong murderous intent. He couldn’t think about why his uncle would treat him so harshly, as it wasn’t necessary anymore; he was about to die.
He knew it clearly.
In the last mont before losing consciousness, his soul seed to leave his body, drifting away bit by bit, and he could see himself, bleeding from seven orifices, with broken arms, being flung away.
But it was only an instant; when he opened his eyes again, his body had already hit sothing soft—not a wall, a wall would have killed him.
"Junior Brother, wake up!!" It was Ming Yue’s voice, and at that mont Yang Xiao was struggling to open his eyes, the blade lying by his side.
Soone ca over and stuffed a dicine pill into his mouth, then poured it down with a water pouch.
One person patted his back, another eased his chest, and after a while, Yang Xiao finally ca to his senses.
But when he checked his body, he found a scene inexplicable; he was almost uninjured, his arms weren’t broken, his ribs were intact, he even wiped his face and there was no trace of blood.
He raised himself and looked towards Second Demon Uncle, who remained sitting behind the curtain, his posture straight and unmoving.
Yang Xiao was bewildered; in just a few minutes, it seed his understanding of the world had shifted, the previous scenes felt like a dream.
"It’s not a dream, it’s your real experience, you just... died once," Second Demon Uncle’s voice transmitted from behind the curtain, cold and stiff.
"What?" Yang Xiao’s mind struggled to process such complex and bizarre information.
"You were just killed by , that blade saved you, just like before," Second Demon Uncle sighed.
After confirming his body was fine, Yang Xiao stood up, looking incredulously at Second Demon Uncle.
The opponent slowly moved his body, facing him, "That is why I tested you, because back then I suffered a loss from this, getting my legs severed by Sword Lord."
"Did you... did you see another version of yourself just now?" Second Demon Uncle asked seriously.
"Yes, while I was in mid-air, I saw another version of myself, it felt like my soul was departing," Yang Xiao recalled.
"Yes, exactly, the one you saw was heavily injured by , had he remained, he should be dead by now," Second Demon Taoist said.
Yang Xiao, from becoming Angel Envoy to now, had witnessed many bizarre things, but none were as shocking as this. Second Demon Uncle suddenly attacked him, then said he killed him, so what was he now? A soul body?
Yang Xiao thought, and the Ghost Lantern appeared in his hand, the connection with his spiritual power was undeniable, he wasn’t so spiritual being, he was Yang Xiao.
He hadn’t died, and almost... hadn’t been hurt.
"You know this blade is related to Space Power, right?" Second Demon Uncle slowly spoke.
"Yes, when the slashed limbs by this blade are sent to unknown regions, clashes with so artifacts may also get transmitted away." These were experints Yang Xiao had conducted under Elder Sheng’s guidance.
Additionally, it can leave blade marks, unless there is an illusion-breaking magic device, or an expert like Elder Sheng specializing in spiritual power, it’s hard to notice.
"The most terrifying aspect of your blade isn’t those things, it’s the ability to protect you by withstanding fatal damage when sensing its owner is about to die."
"By using another temporal version of you, or the one abandoned by this world, the you from a second ago," Second Demon Uncle said cryptically.
Yang Xiao pondered for a mont, "You an I shielded myself from mortal harm, but this involves versions of myself across different spaces or tilines."
"Not accurate, but you may understand it that way," Second Demon Uncle replied.
"What is the cost?" Yang Xiao was startled, such substitute death power could be considered miraculous, surely there were terrifying repercussions.
"Look down at that blade," Second Demon Uncle slightly shook his body as a gesture.
Yang Xiao stepped a few paces forward, crouched down, and picked up the blade from the ground.
He inspected it thoroughly, finding no issues; the blade was undamaged, its surface displaying intricate fla patterns and a pure blade edge.
"Nephew is dull; please enlighten , Uncle," Yang Xiao held the blade with both hands and bowed to Second Demon Uncle.
By now he understood that Second Demon Uncle’s actions were purely to teach him the true terror of the blade.
After all, unlike Elder Sheng, Second Demon Uncle had truly faced Sword Lord, this Patrol Defense Office expert, and not many survived after battles with Sword Lord.
Just concerning this magic artifact, Second Demon Uncle’s understanding surpasses Elder Sheng’s.
"Look again! Look closely!" Second Demon Uncle’s voice was slightly displeased.
With no choice, Yang Xiao picked up the blade again, examining it thoroughly until he mirrored his face onto the blade, using it as a mirror.
But at that mont of matching gazes, a sudden sense of dread erged in Yang Xiao’s heart for no reason.
Staring at the reflection of himself on the blade, it appeared unfamiliar.
Suddenly, Yang Xiao’s pupils shrank, the reflection changed, his complexion bizarrely pale, and more terrifying, blood oozed from his eyes, mouth, nostrils, and ears.
The scene was gory and terrifying, mainly due to the suddenness, and it reminded Yang Xiao of the recent "self" flung away and heavily injured.
That self didn’t die, no, to be precise, didn’t die in the world he lives in now, the "self" that died for him was within this blade!
At this mont, fear almost overwheld rationality, Yang Xiao tremblingly dropped the blade, glancing fearfully towards Second Demon Uncle behind the curtain, his mouth quivering, seeing resentnt and malice in the eyes of the reflection.
"That person is you, but now isn’t. It’s a ghost residing in your blade that you’ve awoken," Second Demon Uncle explained.
"From now on, be careful, this blade can easily devour its master, hard to control, but once mastered, it could be called a Divine Weapon."
Seeing Yang Xiao’s brows furrowed, seemingly voicing his thoughts, Second Demon Uncle asked, "You don’t understand why I pretended to kill you, in truth sealing another you into this blade, awakening that ghost, right?"
Yang Xiao nodded, he truly didn’t understand, if solely for instruction, was the cost too heavy?
Seeing Yang Xiao’s brows furrowed, seemingly voicing his thoughts, Second Demon Uncle asked, "You don’t understand why I pretended to kill you, in truth sealing another you into this blade, awakening that ghost, right?"
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