Chapter 846: Chapter 659: Unyielding Birth (Part 2)

It had been hidden within the seal for several months, and now its aura was extremely abundant, able to freely change the size of its body form, quietly curled in the palm of Baili An.

Three furry little heads continuously pecked gently at his palm.

In the seemingly empty palm, it was as if there was some kind of delicacy hidden, the three heads vying to peck at it, constantly sending out joyful chirping sounds.

The Pici Birds feed on Sword Qi, having once appeared at the East Heaven Temple.

Now reared within Baili An, without feeding on Sword Qi, logically speaking, after being released by Baili An, they should seek out swords to feed.

Yet the Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword from Kunlun was right beside, emitting Sword Qi like fragrant bait.

But the Pici Bird took no notice, focusing intently on pecking at his palm, as if it could peck out a flower.

Baili An’s index finger moved slightly, and the Pici Bird immediately stopped.

Those seemingly slender but terrifyingly powerful little claws obediently and gently rested on his knuckle, tilting its head with a constant cooing sound.

Baili An lifted his finger, placing the Pici Bird on his shoulder, gazing up to the sky.

It’s been more than half a month since he stepped into the realm of tribulation.

Mortal tribulation, transcending mortal flesh.

The corpse demon’s tribulation, crossing life and death, gathering yin into pearls.

But to this day, besides the purple Corpse Pearl in his dantian becoming more solid and powerful, Baili An has yet to sense his own Corpse Pearl within his body.

Instead, the trace of azure serpentine Sword Qi within the Corpse Pearl seems to flourish, lying quietly in the depths of the Corpse Pearl, yet never clashing with the Demonic Qi inside, floating peacefully within.

Pale azure and deep purple, one righteous, one demonic, the two colors distinct yet complement each other.

Baili An tried using the Demonic Qi within the Corpse Pearl to feed this Sword Qi.

But found that Sword Qi evaded and didn’t consume it.

With great patience, Baili An used his Spiritual Sense to guide the Sword Qi, slowly drawing it away from the Corpse Pearl, through the meridian nodes, like a serpent crossing water, to the tip of his finger.

The Pici Bird quietly perched on his shoulder cooed, seemingly intrigued.

Baili An opened his mouth and gently exhaled a breath of light white Spiritual Power, which fell into the azure Sword Qi.

Instantly, like gentle rain sprinkling down, the Sword Qi grew visibly, becoming solid from illusion.

After several transformations, the azure small serpentine Sword Qi suddenly bifurcated into two serpents, their tails connected, both serpents raising their heads.

Baili An was marveling at this peculiar transformation when the Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword lodged in the rock crevice hummed slightly, as if echoing in thought.

Baili An’s gaze shifted, looking at the Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword with a hint of joyful surprise.

The Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword hails from Kunlun Mountain, though it is unclear which artifact refining master crafted it, yet this Ancient Sword is an unfinished product.

This sword cannot undergo Soul Attachment, nor can it be inscribed with inscriptions.

Worldly Spirit Swords are controlled by the heart, not merely driven by Spiritual Energy.

Instead, one must first nurture the sword heart, using inscriptions as a bridge of communion, to speak and unify with the sword, that’s the true meaning of Sword Control.

This is where the power of Spirit Swords lies.

Communicate with the sword, and with a thought, the sword resonates with nine howls!

Only a sword inscribed with inscriptions can be called a Spirit Sword.

If not, a sword that cannot have inscriptions carved is like an untransformable stubborn stone, unable to communicate.

Every sword, upon coming into the world, possesses a sword heart.

If the Sword Holder’s intent cannot communicate with the sword through inscriptions.

Over time, a sword heart unable to hear the world’s voice would slowly seal and wither with the passing of years.

But tonight, this Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword unexpectedly showed a momentary response.

Baili An, in that moment, seemed to catch a faint heartbeat.

His eyes brightened, he flicked a finger, the azure dual-serpent Sword Qi flew out swiftly, like a clear ocean, merging into the thick sword body.

For a long while.

The Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword, surrounded by faint Sword Qi, remained motionless.

It was like a deaf and blind elder nearing decay, exhaling Sword Qi of demise.

Baili An watched quietly for a long time, seeing the Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword truly without any further response, thinking, was his assumption wrong?

In his heart, there was inevitably some disappointment.

He raised his hand, intending to call back the Sword Qi, but as his fingers moved lightly, he captured that fleeting heartbeat once again.

It was not an illusion!

Baili An closed his eyes, concentrating deeply.

When he opened them again, the silhouette of the Ancient Sword was vividly reflected in his pitch-black eyes under the night.

He opened his palm, as if summoning another self.

“Buzz!”

The crevice in the bluestone echoed with a heavy sword’s hum, the sword’s sound was not clear and melodious but rather carried a calmness like a resigned heart.

Baili An’s naturally gentle eyes suddenly turned stern; he said in a deep voice, “Without a broken sword, how can the heart perish!”

The bluestone crevice widened, and with a sudden pure tone, the Ancient Sword rose swiftly.

Without thought, without intention to drive, it cut through the snow with lines of Sword Light, like the awakening from a dream, finally settling steadily in Baili An’s palm.

The cold Longsword’s weight reduced slightly upon touch, Baili An twirled the sword, held it across with his sleeve, and carefully examined this Ancient Sword.

The sword body interwoven with black and gold, the blade’s edge was not fully exposed, yet the Longsword inherently possessed a restrained momentum.

He suddenly uttered a soft “huh,” seeing beneath the hidden Cang Feng of the sword’s hilt, a layer of dark rust with a slightly thickened hue attached.

The color was dim, almost blending with the blackened sword body, if not observed carefully.

At that moment, the slightly thick blood rust flaked off into ash, falling soundlessly, revealing a hidden inscription between the original sword tip.

The azure double python Sword Qi flowed into this inscription, blooming with sword brilliance.

Baili An was not mistaken.

That was indeed an inscription, but the inscription was shallow, merely outlining a faint initial stroke, hard to form shapes, yet could only be regarded as a residual pattern.

But it was precisely this residual pattern that, as if striking a small crack in a thick cocoon fossil, shone into the world within the sword guided by that wisp of azure Sword Light.

At this moment, this Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword, was truly awakened for the first time.

Baili An seriously examined the sword, a slight smile involuntarily appearing on his face.

The faint, ancient mark, like a sword mark, guided this sword once abandoned by its owner, clearly pointing the direction.

The Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword quivered incessantly in his hand, with a sense of excitement and joy of being reclaimed.

Baili An flicked the sword with a smile, his mindset subtly shifting with the sword.

Over half a month into the trial, the elusive and perplexing question seemed suddenly clear as day, one insight unlocking countless realizations.

He raised the sword lightly, tapping three times toward the void, like a ritual salute before knocking on a door.

The realm of trial, not only modified the gradual cultivation of Spiritual Power and the transcendental, extraordinary physical body, but more so transformed the mindset that perceives the minutiae of the world upon entering.

Above the sky, Qiyun City.

Cloud City seemed distant, with a spectacular scene of two doors faintly visible opening afar.

A subtle connection, like a red string at the heart, stretched from that world to this.

A shadow surged below, with the silhouette of a wolf awakening silently.

Clouds rolled above, with divine omens hidden within the dawn light.

Baili An did not expect it could truly succeed.

Since leaving the ancient city of Xianling, and the re-sealing of Ghost Mountain, with the Bronze Gate shut tightly refusing to open, Baili An seemed to have severed all ties with that mysterious and dreadful great world.

But the Moon-Gazing Wolf does not belong to the Six Realms; if truly, he severed the realm with the Bronze Gate, how could the Moon-Gazing Wolf remain in the world unvanquished?

Thus, Baili An conceived a bold idea, borrowing the power of the Dragon Soul, traversing the nine deaths’ tribulations, to activate the soul, awakening the spirit, to summon the ancient gate.

And indeed, as Baili An anticipated, the Bronze Gate chose its master and went silent, not truly sealed under Ghost Mountain’s three realms, but rather, was taken by Baili An from Xianling City, hidden within the boundless realm.

Now, he actually summoned the Bronze Gate in this Demon World, becoming a surprising, advantageous means to confront the Demon Lord.

Above the sky, the two door silhouettes flickered and vanished, the Moon-Gazing Wolf howled long, jumping into Baili An’s shadow and disappeared.

The wind brushed past the wild grass, the fireflies dissipated entirely.

Under the dim shadow of the green lamp, at some unknown time, appeared a flute-playing child, in a posture of submission, kneeling at his feet.

At this time, the sound of the wind brushing against the late evening clothes gradually approaching, Baili An raised his gaze at the direction of the sound, only to see Yin Baishuang walking along the mountain path into the night mist.