"I am Jin Zhulong, my sister Jing Qinghong!"
This sword, is known as the Clear Rainbow Sword.
Fang Lin's heart jolted as he heard the Old Dried Corpse's voice, desolate and sorrowful, carrying endless reminiscence.
This was also the first time that Fang Lin had learned the name of the blood-red longsword from the Old Dried Corpse Jin Zhulong, and had also learned the name of the Old Dried Corpse's sister—Jing Qinghong.
The Clear Rainbow Sword burst forth with boundless Demon Qi, and amidst the blood-red light that flooded the area, patterns emerged upon the blade. Only in this moment was the sword's true might awakened by the Old Dried Corpse.
In this world, only the Demon Saint Jin Zhulong could truly wield this sword; others, even Martial Lords, could not.
For this sword was forged from the flesh and soul of Jin Zhulong's sister, linked by blood to Jin Zhulong himself.