171: Chapter 171 The Sword Spirit Awakens

The soul-devouring sword let out a shrill hum as it was sent flying by its own Sword Qi.

It slammed heavily onto the ground.

"That must have hurt quite a bit."

Mo Zixing raised an eyebrow helplessly, his gaze landing on the blade of the soul-devouring sword.

There was a clear sword mark on the pitch-black spine of the sword, with faint Devilish Qi lingering around the edges.

This was the mark left just moments ago when it was struck by the Sword Qi it had unleashed itself.

However, this sword was truly tough.

He couldn't help but marvel inwardly.

Even though it was currently only at the Medium Grade of the Crystallization stage.

Yet, after taking an attack with the power of the Golden Core Stage, it hadn't shattered into scrap metal.

It lived up to the reputation of a precious devilish artifact.

He turned back to look at Sect Master Bai Ruotong, who was still stunned, and explained with a smile:

"This is the storage space I've bound to myself; naturally, I control all the spatial rules within it."

Mo Zixing reached out and gestured in the air:

"Just now, I simply moved the space where the Sword Qi was located to behind the soul-devouring sword."

"For me, it was just a matter of a passing thought."

"So that's how it is."

Sect Master Bai Ruotong breathed a sigh of relief:

"It seems I was worrying needlessly; here, it truly cannot harm you."

"That goes without saying."

Mo Zixing raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the soul-devouring sword, which was still trembling slightly on the ground.

That attack earlier had clearly hurt it quite a bit.

The originally arrogant Devilish Qi had withered by more than half, and it no longer had that ferocious feeling from before.

With a thought, Mo Zixing condensed another stream of pure spiritual power and slowly channeled it toward the blade.

This time, the soul-devouring sword did not resist.

It merely trembled its blade in dissatisfaction, then allowed the spiritual power to flow along the patterns and into its body.

Although the absorption speed was still as slow as a snail crawling, it no longer frantically spat it out like before.

"It seems it has finally recognized the situation."

Mo Zixing smiled and simply found a clean spot to sit cross-legged.

While slowly channeling spiritual power into the soul-devouring sword, he said to Sect Master Bai Ruotong:

"I plan to fill it up right here before leaving. If you are bored, I can send you out first."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Perhaps it heard the word "leave."

The soul-devouring sword, which had been quietly absorbing spiritual power, suddenly trembled violently.

"I wasn't asking you."

Mo Zixing, annoyed, used his spiritual power to form a small stick and gave the sword a sharp rap on its body.

With a crisp clang.

The soul-devouring sword immediately wilted again, lying on the ground and not daring to move recklessly anymore.

Sect Master Bai Ruotong was amused by this scene:

"Forget it, there's nothing going on outside, I'll just stay here and keep you company."

As she spoke, she also sat down cross-legged beside Mo Zixing, the two of them sitting very close.

"Alright."

Mo Zixing nodded, agreeing.

Sect Master Bai Ruotong sat by his side, initially watching the soul-devouring sword absorb spiritual power with great interest.

After an hour or two, she felt bored and reached out to gently poke Mo Zixing's arm:

"How much longer? This is way too slow."

"Almost there."

Mo Zixing said with his eyes closed:

"If you're bored, you can Cultivate for a while."

Sect Master Bai Ruotong huffed, but didn't actually Cultivate.

She simply rested her chin in her hands, looking at Mo Zixing for a moment, then at the well-behaved soul-devouring sword, muttering softly:

"I never expected such a fierce devilish artifact to have a time when it would be this docile."

Mo Zixing didn't speak, simply continuously channeling the Golden Core spiritual power from his body into the body of the soul-devouring sword.

His gaze swept across the system panel from time to time, watching the white progress bar climb upward bit by bit.

He noticed.

As spiritual power was continuously injected, the crack on the blade caused by the Sword Qi was actually healing at an extremely slow speed.

It can even self-repair?

Mo Zixing raised an eyebrow, feeling even more satisfied.

He looked at the progress bar and did a quick calculation in his mind.

At this rate, with about two more days of continuous spiritual power injection, the progress bar would be completely filled.

Moreover, the flow of time in this storage space was slightly slower than the outside world.

Staying here for two days wouldn't delay anything at all.

Mo Zixing simply closed his eyes, using only his Divine Sense to sense the movements of the soul-devouring sword.

In the entire space.

Only the faint humming of spiritual power flowing and the steady breathing of the two people remained.

Person and sword, one still and one moving.

It was unexpectedly harmonious.

I don't know how much time passed.

Mo Zixing opened his eyes and looked at the system panel.

He saw that the white progress bar at the bottom of the interface, which had originally had a sliver of empty space left, was now completely filled.

Mo Zixing felt a surge of joy and immediately waved his hand to disperse the excess spiritual power around him.

Almost at the same time, the originally pitch-black soul-devouring sword suddenly erupted with a dazzling, pure white light.

The light illuminated the entire space.

The black Devilish Qi on the sword quickly receded, leaving only a faint wisp of black mist lingering at the tip of the blade.

Mo Zixing held his breath.

Staring intently at the glowing longsword.

He could clearly feel a brand new consciousness slowly awakening and coalescing within the blade.

Just then.

An ethereal, arrogant female voice resounded in his mind without warning:

"Who are you?"