Fifty Swords

Zhangjie and I were the only ones left to play but a break happened to slow it down for us. A lot of disciples had played so far and not many were successful.

Luckily the Mount Xuandu's and the Mount Fuan's have been performing well.

I sat on the cool grass not too far from the field while studying my sword, its hilt, the whip print and those sharp edges. The seal sword was indeed a beautiful sword but it carried such dark energies that I only came to figure out now.

"You weren't in the book of swords, but you had to be part of the fordoomed fate of all swords." I sighed internally. According to Xuan this is a demonic sword, it seizes the power of other immortal's, including demons for its own benefit.

In order words, for my benefits. If Qui Shan knew about all of this, why did he let me bind to the sword? Why did he even give it to me, as much as I've tried to think positively about it, nothing seems to be adding up.