Mortals: Take Mo Juren at the start

In the center of the stone platform, Mo Juren gripped the sword hilt tightly with one hand, then suddenly exerted force.

However, the next moment, something strange happened. With his almost unbelievable strength, he was unable to pull it out, and the blood-red longsword did not even budge!
This was quite unexpected for him. He tried several more times, each time with greater force, and the last time he went all out, but it still had no effect.

"Could there be some kind of restriction?" Mo Juren wondered and probed again, but unfortunately, he found nothing unusual.

He withdrew his hand, momentarily stunned, pondering a solution.

However, at that moment, a chirping sound suddenly rang in my ears; it was the Vermilion Bird Firebird perched on my shoulder.

"You mean you have a way?" Mo Juren was connected to him by mind and naturally understood what the other party was trying to say, so he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"Chirp chirp..." The Vermilion Bird Firebird nodded gently, spread its wings and flew directly off the shoulder, then flew rapidly towards the blood-red longsword below, until it instantly disappeared into the hilt.

In an instant, the blood-red longsword seemed to be activated, its entire body instantly radiating a dazzling blood-red light, and the mysterious patterns on the surface of the sword were lit up one after another.

At this moment, there was no need to pull it out anymore. The long sword itself trembled slightly, and with a sword cry, it soared into the sky and began to spin rapidly around the altar.

A moment later, the long sword suddenly flew to a spot not far in front of him and hovered motionless.

"This..." Looking at the blood-red longsword in front of him, Mo Juren's face showed a hint of surprise, but more than that, he was puzzled. How did the other party manage to do that?
At that moment, the blood-red longsword suddenly trembled slightly, and the blood-red light on its surface flickered, as if it were reminding someone of something.

Clearly, this was the meaning of the Vermilion Bird Firebird. Mo Juren understood this and did not hesitate. He immediately raised his right hand and gripped the hilt of the sword.

“Buzz…” Mo Juren felt the sword tremble, and then a mysterious energy suddenly appeared, which then flowed down the hilt into his palm and finally entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

What happened next shocked him even more. He didn't know what the mysterious energy was, but the moment it came into contact with his primordial spirit, his consciousness was suddenly pulled into some kind of illusion.

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, endless killing intent permeated the air. In the shadows, two figures, one large and one small, seemed to be engaged in fierce combat. Both were covered in wounds, indicating that the battle had been going on for quite some time.

The former appears to be some kind of ancient, savage beast, resembling a giant lion but with three heads, wings growing from its ribs, and golden fur. Its size exceeds ten thousand feet.

The latter was a human, a middle-aged man wearing a blood-red Taoist robe. He was incredibly small compared to the former, yet his methods were terrifying.

The opponent was wielding a blood-red longsword, its soaring sword light almost omnipresent, easily tearing apart space wherever it passed.

However, the giant lion beast was not to be underestimated either. The moment its huge mouth opened, a terrifying suction force was released, and all the endless sword light in the world was swallowed up.

Not only that, the middle-aged man also seemed to have been caught off guard and was swallowed as well.

Upon seeing this, a mocking look appeared in the giant lion beast's huge eyes. However, in just a moment, the original smugness vanished, replaced by immense fear.

Mo Juren vaguely guessed what was going on, and sure enough, the giant lion beast began to roll violently the next moment, and its shrill screams continued.

Not only that, its originally enormous size also shrank rapidly, eventually leaving it only a hundred feet or so.

The next moment, the soaring sword light reappeared, but this time it originated from the body of the giant lion beast, emerging from its waist and abdomen.

A piercing scream rang out again. Faced with the attack from within its body, the giant lion beast was clearly helpless, and the final result was predictable: it was instantly cleaved in two. The middle-aged man reappeared, holding in his arms a little girl dressed in red, about three or four years old, who was now unconscious.

His gaze was icy cold as he looked at the motionless giant lion beast, his eyes filled with a sense of satisfaction.

The matter was not over yet. Suddenly, he raised his hand, and three phantom images were forcibly pulled out from between the eyebrows of the three giant lion's heads and then captured in his palm.

This was clearly the other party's soul, struggling desperately but unable to escape, and had no choice but to beg for mercy.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged man ignored him and slowly closed his palms, intending to kill him directly. However, he was suddenly interrupted by a loud shout.

The sound came from the sky, like a thunderclap, shaking the middle-aged man and contorting his expression, clearly indicating extreme pain.

He suddenly looked up and saw a gigantic, crimson-gold hand appear out of thin air, then swiftly descend...

Mo Juren felt a sudden tightness in his chest. He could tell that this newcomer was much stronger, and the middle-aged man had just experienced an exceptionally fierce battle and probably couldn't withstand it.

Before he could even see the ending clearly, the entire world suddenly collapsed, and the illusion vanished.

"Uh..." Seeing the familiar stone chamber around him again, Mo Juren was speechless. He thought to himself, "You should have finished acting! But you missed the most crucial moment. It's so frustrating."

Although he didn't see the ending, he had a rough guess in his mind that the middle-aged man probably wouldn't have a good ending. After all, if he had passed away normally, it certainly wouldn't have been like this.

Unfortunately, he had limited information and could only deduce so much.

One thing is certain: if the blood-red flying sword in his hand is indeed the same one from the illusion, then that's incredible!
"Huh, what is this..." Just as he was examining it carefully, he suddenly saw a special pattern on the sword, which seemed to be two characters, similar to the Heavenly Absolute Script he had seen before.

Could it be?

Mo Juren instantly thought of a possibility: this blood-red longsword, as well as the middle-aged man in the blood-red Taoist robe in the illusion, were probably related to the Tianjue Clan.

It's even possible that the other party is actually from the Tianjue Clan, in which case this blood-red longsword is probably also an item of this clan.

Thinking of this, he felt a chill run down his spine. If his guess was correct, this blood-red longsword was a hot potato. If it were leaked and the Tianjue clan found out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

As one of the four great secret clans, the strength of the Tianjue Clan is beyond doubt. Although they claim to be reclusive, it does not mean they do not communicate with the outside world; they are simply more low-key.

He was absolutely certain that as long as the blood-red longsword belonged to the Heavenly Annihilation Clan, once the news leaked out, they would soon come knocking on their door.

Looking at the longsword in his hand again, Mo Juren couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that he could only put it away for the time being and could not easily reveal it. Only when he was strong enough would he truly have the right to decide how to deal with it.

At the same time, he also had some doubts.

Based on the situation in the illusion, it can be inferred that this treasure is definitely of a high level, at least beyond his current ability to control. But why can he wield the Vermilion Bird Firebird so skillfully? (End of Chapter)