Chapter 88 Shadow Spirit's Imperial Army
As you step into the peak, the heat wave hits you in the face and the air seems to be ignited by flames, extremely hot.
Under the guidance of a disciple, Shangguan Jiannan came to a skyfire furnace.
He prayed in his heart: "I hope this sword can withstand the test of the heavenly fire and not melt."
After saying this, he resolutely threw the dagger in his hand into the furnace, feeling somewhat uneasy.
Time passed like a white horse, one hour, two hours... The fire in the furnace was blazing, but the dagger seemed to be fine.
Shangguan Jiannan's mood also changed from initial worry to expectation, and then to helplessness.
Even after five hours, the dagger was still as tough as before, with no sign of melting.
"Brother Lin, ordinary iron will turn into nothing in just one hour. Even iron as tough as black iron cannot escape the catastrophe of three hours.
Now five hours have passed and the sword still has no reaction. It would be futile to forge it again."
A disciple on Tianhuo Peak looked at Shangguan Jiannan, who had a frown on his face, and advised him softly.
Shangguan Jiannan stared at the dagger in the furnace. Although he was unwilling, he knew that things had come to this point, so he could only sigh and say, "Take it out."
After leaving Tianhuo Peak, Shangguan Jiannan was full of doubts: "How mysterious is the thing that Master gave me?" Shangguan Jiannan's face was deeply engraved with bitterness. Faced with this situation, he was helpless and could only sigh helplessly.
Since the dagger fell into his hands, he tried various methods within a day, trying to uncover its secret, but all were to no avail.
"Oh, never mind. It seems that there is nothing surprising about this thing."
After trying dozens of strategies, Shangguan Jiannan finally grew tired and acknowledged reality.
This short sword has a blunt blade. It can neither be melted by fire nor attacked by ice, and it cannot absorb any spiritual energy. The only thing left is that its material is slightly unique, that's all.
With a hint of helplessness, he walked into his own hall. It was late at night and everything was silent.
Lying on the bed, Shangguan Jiannan was still unwilling to give up. He continued to play with the dagger, trying to find a clue that he had not noticed.
Even after being roasted by the heavenly fire for five hours, the dagger remained the same, without any change.
He looked at it carefully and tried to probe it with his spiritual energy, but it was rejected and could not penetrate at all.
"What kind of sacred thing is this?" With doubts in his mind, Shangguan Jiannan finally lost his patience and angrily threw the dagger to the ground. The crisp sound echoed in the quiet night.
Then he turned and fell asleep, trying to forget this unsolvable mystery.
The moonlight was like water, falling gently. The room was quiet except for the sound of breathing.
However, in this tranquility, Shangguan Jiannan suddenly woke up because of a soft light flickering in the room.
He sat up suddenly, his eyes quickly fixed on the place where the dagger landed.
The next moment, Shangguan Jiannan's eyes widened in disbelief.
The dagger, without anyone touching it, emitted a faint light on its own, as if a sleeping dragon was about to wake up, foreshadowing some unknown changes that were about to take place.
In that quiet room, the moonlight falls gently like silk threads, creating a hazy and mysterious atmosphere.
Shangguan Jiannan suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, and the scene before him made him dumbfounded - a short sword about a foot long was leisurely floating in the air, surrounded by a soft and faint light, as if it was a world of its own. The concentration of spiritual energy around it was far higher than the surrounding environment. Although it was not as essence as the spiritual vein secret room, it was also amazing enough.
"This...what on earth is going on?" he muttered to himself, and he stretched out his body and quickly approached the dagger, but stopped about ten feet away from it. His eyes were as sharp as torches, carefully examining this incredible scene.
The light slowly flowed around him, and every ray seemed to be telling an unknown secret.
"Why is the spiritual energy so strong here? Could it be..." Shangguan Jiannan's eyes were fixed on the dagger, and an indescribable joy and excitement surged in his heart, "Could this be the answer I have been looking for?" He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, strode forward, and grabbed the hilt of the sword.
At that moment, the originally faint light suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed, leaving Shangguan Jiannan with a stunned look on his face and full of confusion.
"The light...why did it disappear because of my touch?" He muttered to himself, frowning, trying to find clues from this sudden change.
However, the surface of the dagger remained calm, no different from before, except for the disappearing light, which became an unsolvable mystery in his heart.
"It's really strange..." Shangguan Jiannan sighed softly, and gently put the dagger back to the bottom of the place where it was originally suspended. He waited quietly on the side, still holding a glimmer of hope in his heart, "Perhaps, it will show that strange light again."
Time passed quietly, ten minutes, half an hour, an hour... Shangguan Jiannan sat on the ground, his eyes never leaving the dagger, his heart filled with anxiety and anticipation.
However, the dagger seemed to be asleep, and nothing unusual happened.
Despite this, he still did not give up, firmly believing that a miracle might happen in the next moment.
However, the dagger still remained in its original position, motionless, and did not show any sign of floating.
After waiting for a long hour, Shangguan Jiannan's patience was almost exhausted, and he couldn't help but whisper: "Why is it ineffective now?" He suddenly grabbed the dagger and examined it again and again. The sword was still as black as night, and the mottled rust had not diminished at all.
But soon, a subtle change caught his attention.
He weighed the foot-long blade in his hand, feeling an indescribable heaviness, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "This sword seems to be a bit heavier."
This feeling was subtle and vague, and would have been almost imperceptible if he hadn't studied it all day long.
However, at this moment, he was sure that the weight of the dagger had indeed increased, and the black sword body seemed to have a faint luster.
"If a vision has occurred once, it can happen again."
Shangguan Jiannan thought to himself, and became more convinced of the extraordinary nature of the dagger.
The image of a dagger surrounded by soft light and standing in the air emerged in his mind, which strengthened his belief.
"Stay here for now, there must be something fishy going on."
He stood up suddenly, gripping the dagger tightly, with a gleam of surprise in his eyes.
Although the true purpose of the dagger has yet to be revealed, that scene has convinced him that this sword is no ordinary thing.
He lay back on the bed, carefully placed the dagger beside his pillow, and then fell asleep.
And in the Netherworld Jade Pendant, a shadow spirit quietly appeared, playing with the black dagger, and taunted: "You ignorant child, how can you control the emperor's weapon?" The morning light was just breaking, and the golden light filled the sect. The Tianjian Sect woke up in the morning light, and thousands of disciples began a new day of training.