I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

"Little mouse, it's your time to shine," Zhang Yangqing said to the lame little mouse in his pocket.

The little guy seemed to understand, and immediately poked his head out of the pocket, straightened his little body, and nodded vigorously to show that he understood.

It jumped off Zhang Yangqing's palm, limped but ran quickly to the edge of the strange plant thicket, found a place with relatively soft soil and not too dense plant roots, and immediately began to dig.

Its hardened forelimbs gleamed again, displaying remarkable efficiency.

Soon, the first hole was dug down nearly two meters, but apart from some strange plant roots and unusually colored soil, nothing was found.

We moved to a different spot, to a second hole of the same depth, but still found nothing special.

The third hole, still no one.

Zhang Yangqing frowned slightly. Could it be that his judgment was really wrong?
Is this just a plant mutation caused by some special geological or pollution-related issue?
Just as the lame little mouse was resting and digging its fourth hole, the strange consciousness within Zhang Yangqing suddenly spoke cautiously, its voice tinged with confusion and instinctive unease:
The strange consciousness within Zhang Yangqing spoke up: "Huh, Father, there's something wrong with the aura in this cave."

Hearing this, Zhang Yangqing was speechless for a moment, and replied irritably: "You fucking change the way you address me, I'm already old calling you 'Grandpa'."

Although he didn't care about these things, he still felt strange being called "Dad" by a strange consciousness every day.

eerie consciousness: "."

It felt wronged; this old man was so difficult to please, nothing it said was right.

But it dared not complain and quickly and obediently replied, "Yes, boss."

"What did you notice?" Zhang Yangqing asked seriously.

He realized that this creature, being a purely bizarre being, might be able to sense powers that even humans find difficult to detect.

The eerie consciousness sensed it carefully and said with a hint of apprehension, "Reporting to the master, it's hard to describe precisely, but based on some vague fragments of memories I've inherited, there seems to be a 'purifying' power down there? It's very pure and very domineering."

"It feels to me like something created specifically to suppress and purify strange creatures like us; it's our 'nemesis'."

It is precisely because it senses this predator-like threat that it feels intense discomfort and vigilance.

Zhang Yangqing's eyes lit up! The power to purify strange things? The attribute of light? That's it!

"Little mouse, keep digging! In that direction, down!" Zhang Yangqing immediately gave the order.

The lame little mouse, having received the instruction, perked up and began digging even more diligently in the vague direction indicated by the eerie consciousness.

It seemed to sense something below that made it uneasy, yet its owner cared about it, and it dug with extra care.

This time, when it dug to a depth of about three meters, the pickaxe, its little claw, touched something hard, cold, yet faintly warm.

It carefully cleared away the surrounding dirt, and soon, a strangely shaped object appeared, which looked like a sword hilt!
Its entire body is dark gold, covered with ancient and intricate patterns. Although it has been buried in the soil for who knows how long, there is no trace of rust. Instead, it shimmers with a restrained glow under the dim light of the miner's lamp.

The lame little mouse was already exhausted; the continuous digging had taken a heavy toll on its small body.

Zhang Yangqing let it step back and rest, and generously rewarded it with a large piece of roasted, fragrant horned tiger meat jerky.

The little guy immediately forgot his fatigue, hugged the jerky that was almost as big as his body, happily hid to the side, and started crunching away, his little eyes squinting into slits with happiness.

For it, having food and water, and being able to help its master, was the happiest thing; it was very simple-minded. Zhang Yangqing walked to the edge of the deep pit, bent down, and reached out to grasp the dark gold hilt of the sword.

It felt slightly heavy in his hand, with a cool touch that carried a strange warmth. Just as his fingers tightened...
A sudden change has occurred!

"Boom!!!"

The entire mine shaft, no, it seemed as if the entire underground space was shaking violently!

Rocks fell with a clatter, the ground cracked, and a groan of unbearable strain filled the air!

Centered on the sword hilt, a vast, sacred, and pure light suddenly burst forth!
The light was not dazzling, but it carried a righteous aura that penetrated all darkness and purified all filth, illuminating the entire area of ​​strange plants as if it were daytime!

Wherever the light touched, those eerie plants sizzled as if they had been doused with boiling oil, quickly withering, turning black, and turning to ashes!
Even the air seemed to be purified; the pungent odor vanished instantly, replaced by a fresh scent.

This light was nothing short of torture for the strange consciousness within Zhang Yangqing's body!

It let out a silent scream, struggling and retreating frantically in Zhang Yangqing's sea of ​​consciousness, wishing it could escape this body immediately.

Even the lame little mouse hiding in the corner gnawing on jerky was terrified by the sudden holy light, clutching its food tightly, curling up into a ball, and trembling.

And at this moment, the "sword" revealed its true form.

As Zhang Yangqing slowly exerted his strength, a section of the crystal-clear sword, seemingly formed from the purest light, was slowly pulled out of the soil!
The sword's blade shimmered with light, its interior seemingly containing the movement of stars and the flow of laws, radiating an aura of majesty and power that was impossible to look directly at!

This lightsaber was clearly extremely hostile to Zhang Yangqing, who "hides something strange within him"!

The sword hummed, its light intensified, and it tried to burn Zhang Yangqing's palm, even attempting to fly away on its own!
Zhang Yangqing felt the burning pain in his palm, as if he were holding a branding iron, and the immense force of rejection, but a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Interesting. A weapon, and it's already acting up, huh?"

He completely ignored the lightsaber's resistance and struggle. His vast cultivation at the Celestial Realm level surged into operation, and a purer and more domineering divine thought, like an invisible giant hand, directly invaded the lightsaber's interior!
What he needed to do was not to gain the sword spirit's "approval," but to forcibly refine it!

Eradicate any remaining consciousness or sword spirit that may belong to the previous owner, and completely transform this divine weapon containing the law of light into your own!

For other chosen ones, this process is fatal.

To rashly touch an unapproved lightsaber will result in being burned or even purified by its holy light; to refine it, one must first find a way to restrain or communicate with it.

But for Zhang Yangqing, all these steps were skipped!

How powerful is his divine sense? How profound is his understanding of energy and laws?
The resistance inside the lightsaber was as laughable as a child waving a stick in front of him.

In just a few breaths, the faint consciousness inside the lightsaber, representing the "recognition mechanism" or "predecessor's imprint," was crushed and erased by Zhang Yangqing in a ruthless manner!
The sacred light on the sword instantly subsided and disappeared, losing its aggressive and repulsive qualities.

It transformed into an incredibly sharp and powerful "weapon" formed purely from pure light attribute energy and laws, lying quietly in Zhang Yangqing's hand. The sword's blade remained crystal clear and radiant, but it had lost its previous individuality.

Zhang Yangqing casually twirled his sword, feeling the slight, almost spatial-splitting sensation as the blade sliced ​​through the air, and the immense power of the Law of Light contained within it. He nodded in satisfaction.

"It really does feel like the Law of Light; it's definitely his weapon." (End of Chapter)