I established the Eternal Immortal Clan by taming beasts.

Lin Che controlled the broken Heavenly Gang Sword, letting it slowly float down in front of Lin Xuanfeng.

The broken sword hangs suspended in mid-air, its blade mottled and jagged, yet it exudes a dignified and righteous aura, as if silently recounting its past glory and its resentment.

"This is the key to awakening your hidden potential."

Lin Che's voice was deep and solemn: "Hold it, and feel the sword spirit and sword energy within it."

Lin Xuanfeng stared at the broken sword in front of him, without the slightest hesitation in his eyes.

"I see."

He reached out and gripped the sword hilt tightly.

The rough, cold hilt made his heart skip a beat.

In that instant, he seemed to hear some kind of call.

It comes from the depths of the sword, from the remaining spirit of the weapon, from a long-forgotten past.

Everyone cast curious glances, holding their breath and waiting to see what would happen next.

next moment--

The broken sword seemed to have been activated!

The sword suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light!

The light was not an ordinary radiance, but a pure gold, dazzling and brilliant, yet exuding an awe-inspiring and inviolable righteousness!

The light grew stronger and brighter, almost enveloping the entire courtyard!

Within the Heavenly Gang Sword, the weapon spirit that had remained for countless years slowly awakened.

It was originally just a wisp of remnant spirit, slumbering deep within the sword, awaiting an end that would come at an unknown time.

But just now, it sensed a special aura.

That aura was pure and sharp, carrying the same power as it, as if it were a born master of the sword.

It is the person who holds it.

The sword spirit's consciousness gradually became clearer.

It "looked" at the boy in front of it, at the sharpness around him, at the determination in his eyes, and at the composure that made him neither humble nor arrogant when he looked at it.

It understood.

The one who holds it now is the one who can fulfill the legacy of the Heavenly Gang Sword.

At the same time, it also vaguely understood the price it would have to pay.

No hesitation.

It faced it calmly.

The tattered Heavenly Gang Sword suddenly burst forth with astonishing light!

A powerful aura of righteousness surged from the sword, coalescing into a phantom figure behind the sword spirit.

The figure was tall and imposing, like a grandmaster of swordsmanship looking down at the young man before him.

Everyone watched this scene in astonishment.

The spirit of the artifact.

This was the first time they had ever encountered a spirit artifact.

The illusory figure, the boundless sword intent, and the righteous spirit all inspire awe.

Lin Che looked at the sword spirit and slowly spoke:

"My son, Lin Xuanfeng, possesses the Undying Sword Soul Body. He needs your help to awaken this physique."

"And he will inherit the legacy of the Tiangang Sword Sect and recreate its glory."

Upon hearing his father's words, Lin Xuanfeng finally understood the origin of the sword manual he had been practicing.

He didn't speak, but simply gripped the hilt and slowly raised the broken sword.

The Heavenly Gang Righteous Qi Sword Technique was wielded in his hands.

Every move was fluid and graceful.

Although it is only the most basic sword technique, it contains a dignified and righteous spirit.

That was a sword technique he had practiced countless times; it was etched into his bones and integrated into his blood.

The sword spirit quietly observed the young man before it.

It watched his focused expression as he wielded his sword, saw the sharp edge emanating from him, and the pure, unadulterated determination in his eyes.

The boy's upright and awe-inspiring demeanor made it nod in satisfaction.

Immediately, it surged into Lin Xuanfeng's body, carrying with it the remaining righteous sword energy within the Heavenly Gang Sword!

The sword energy surged like a torrent bursting its banks, flowing down the hilt into Lin Xuanfeng's meridians!

That was no ordinary spiritual power, but the purest Heavenly Gang Sword Intent, which embodied the hard work and dedication of generations of sages of the Heavenly Gang Sword Sect!

The sword spirit and sword intent began to resonate with the undying sword soul body contained within Lin Xuanfeng's body.

The Awakening Ritual Begins!

The Heavenly Gang Sword Intent, influenced by the Undying Sword Soul Body, began to transform into a pure source of sword dao.

The sword spirit of the Heavenly Gang Sword also began to slowly dissipate.

It transformed into specks of spiritual light, merging into the essence of the sword, and flowing into Lin Xuanfeng's body along with the sword energy.

Lin Xuanfeng's whole body suddenly trembled!

At this moment, fine golden sword energy burst forth from every pore of his body!

Those sword energies were like countless small swords, shooting outwards from his body and cutting the air around him to pieces!

The bones made a cracking sound, like they were breaking!

The sound was teeth-grinding, as if something was breaking down, reforming, and regenerating inside him.

It felt as if countless tiny swords were moving beneath his skin, using his body as a scabbard, frantically ramming and cutting!

"ah--!"

Lin Xuanfeng suddenly knelt on the ground, his whole body beginning to convulse violently!

That excruciating pain was ten or even a hundred times more intense than any other pain he had ever experienced!

It felt as if countless red-hot iron swords were churning inside his body, tearing, crushing, and reforging his meridians, bones, and flesh inch by inch!

His face turned deathly pale instantly, veins bulged on his forehead, and cold sweat poured down like rain.

He clenched his teeth so hard they made a grinding sound, but he still couldn't help but let out a low growl of pain from his throat.

"Hold on, Xuanfeng!"

Lin Che's voice came from above, filled with barely suppressed urgency and worry.

"Remember, you must stabilize your Dao heart! Think clearly about your purpose in practicing swordsmanship. Only by guarding your true self can you successfully awaken!"

His gaze was fixed on his son, his eyes filled with worry.

The awakening of the Undying Sword Soul Body requires the possessor to have a sufficiently strong physical body.

The erosion and transformation caused by that sword energy were something that ordinary cultivators simply could not withstand.

If the strength of the eight extraordinary meridians is insufficient, they will be instantly destroyed by the sword energy. At best, the meridians will be completely severed; at worst, the person will die on the spot.

But physical strength is only the foundation.

What's truly difficult is cultivating a cultivator's Dao heart.

No matter how strong one's physical body is, if one's Dao heart is unstable, and one loses control of one's mind under such intense pain, one will still fail at the last moment.

The process of awakening can trigger inner demons, question one's true nature, and force one to confront one's deepest fears and confusion.

Only those with unwavering faith in the Tao can overcome this challenge.

The reason it took so long for Xuanfeng to awaken was because Lin Che had been waiting.

When his physical body is strong enough, when his Dao heart is firm enough, when his cultivation has truly reached its peak.

But now, seeing his son in pain, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

That should be enough, right?

Everyone present watching Lin Xuanfeng struggle in pain couldn't help but feel worried for him.

Lin Xuanjing clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He wanted to say something, but found himself unable to utter a word. He could only stare intently at the third brother, his eyes filled with worry and anxiety.

Lin Xuanyu remained expressionless, but his brows were tightly furrowed on his cold face.

Lin Xuandong stood at the edge of the crowd, gripping the mane of the Wildfire Hound with both hands, pulling the poor dog until it bared its teeth, but he was completely unaware of it.

Lin Xuanqi pursed his lips tightly, his round face devoid of its usual gentleness, replaced only by tension.

As for Su Wanwan, the mother, she had already covered her mouth to stop herself from crying.

Her eyes were red and swollen, tears welling up, but she stubbornly held them back.

She was afraid that her crying would disturb her son and distract him.

Everyone's heart was hanging in suspense.

Lin Xuanfeng, covered in sweat, struggled to lift his head.

He saw the worry in his father's eyes, the tears in his mother's eyes, and the tension and anticipation on the faces of his brothers and sisters.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, forcing a smile.

"Believe me……"

Before the words were finished—

An even more terrifying pain suddenly swept over his entire body!

His face turned deathly pale instantly, all traces of color fading away.

The words "Trust me" were still hanging in the air, but he could no longer speak.

Because at this moment, all the bones in his body began to crack!

"Click...click...click-click..."

The sound was dense and terrifying, as if countless bones were being broken at the same time!

The mortal bones within his body, the very bones that had supported him for over a decade, were now being crushed, disintegrated, and shattered inch by inch by the sword energy!

And what followed was the beginning of the sword's origin reshaping his "sword bones"!

That force was more painful than crushing bones!

It was as if countless invisible swords were regenerating within his body, piercing out inch by inch from the depths of his bone marrow, replacing the mortal bones that had been crushed!

That pain was comparable to being slowly sliced ​​to death!

Lin Xuanfeng's consciousness fell into chaos at that moment.

He felt himself falling.

I plunged into boundless darkness, with no light, no sound, and no direction.

Only that excruciating pain followed him relentlessly, as if it were tearing his very soul apart.

Hold on... Hold on...

He heard someone calling him.

It was his father's voice.

But he couldn't hear what his father was saying.

His consciousness grew increasingly blurred and scattered, as if it might dissipate into the darkness at any moment.

Lin Che watched as his son's eyes gradually lost focus, and his heart sank into his throat.

His hands clenched slightly, his knuckles turning white.

I hope... I hope he remembers what he just said.

I hope he can stay true to himself.

If awakening fails...

Although Xuanfeng won't die with his current physique, all the hard work he's put into his cultivation over the years will probably be wasted.

All the sword techniques honed day and night, all the foundation built through arduous training, all the efforts made for this moment will vanish into nothingness.

Lin Che took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He must not panic.

He had to believe in his son.