Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Xie Weixing: Oh, I thought it was bored here and was going to put on a show for me.

The system was utterly devastated that it had found such an idiot host: Are you going to die or not?

Xie Weixing: Thank you for the invitation. I don't have that plan for now. I'll let you know as soon as I do. If this has caused you any discomfort, I'd like to offer you a Lamborghini 5 yuan coupon as compensation.

system:.

What sins did it commit in its past life to encounter such a host?

After teasing the system, Xie Weixing looked up.

The sword before me is long and slender, with a smooth and restrained spine. It has no deliberately sharp edges or corners, and the edge of the blade gleams with a very faint, white, cold light. It is extremely sharp, yet it has completely concealed its sharpness.

Yu Xintang frowned, her expression gradually becoming serious.

Several cold-colored lines of varying depths run across the blade of the longsword, like marks etched by time, or like a frozen stream submerged beneath the cracks.

Nie Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly uttered a name: "...Fu Sheng?"

[Is it the one ranked third on the World's Divine Swords List?]

[Holy crap, Daddy Xie's cheat code is off the charts! Two magical artifacts, who would believe it? One is a divine-level first-grade artifact, and the other is an ancient dragon clan treasure!]

[You mean the sword of the Dragon Palace in the original book willingly recognized Xie Weixing as its master? I'm just asking, Dragon Trapped, what exactly do you want?]

[This time, it's my destined partner making a move.]

The hilt of the Fusheng Sword is carved from a single piece of cold jade, without any intricate carvings. A nearly transparent, plain white tassel hangs from the end of the sword, drooping without wind, thin and exuding loneliness and desolation.

can.

Xie Weixing internally agreed.

This display of arrogance is almost unbelievable.

This sword is cold and indifferent, carrying with it an air of detachment from life and death, and bearing the weight of countless ups and downs.

I feel very lonely and melancholy.

Ignoring everyone else, it transformed into a cold white streak of light, moving at a steady pace, precisely stopping half a foot in front of Xie Weixing. The blade drooped slightly, and the hilt offered itself to his palm, its posture both docile and stubborn.

Tan Suiting frowned subconsciously, and tiny silver-blue lightning crackled at his fingertips, as if he were ready to make a move at any moment: "Senior Brother."

Xie Weixing tilted his head: "What's wrong?"

"Be careful," Yu Xintang said, her expression unusually serious. "The Life-Bearing Sword is a notorious murder weapon."

Xie Weixing's heart skipped a beat.

What kind of constitution does he have? One minute he's asking about dragon scales, the next about a fierce sword. Can't we have something a little more normal?

System: Yu Xintang is right. This sword may look pure white, but it is actually extremely dangerous. Be careful in everything you do. If you can avoid it, then don't. Anyway, you already have the Dragon Scale. Don't risk your life for a divine-grade first-rank sword.

Xie Weixing: Okay.

Looking at the cold white longsword floating in the air, Nie Zhao slowly said, "In terms of power, the Fusheng Sword is comparable to Fengzhi, and even on par with Fenglian."

Shen Chunri looked up curiously: "That's amazing? Then why are you only ranked third?"

Nie Zhao took a deep breath and explained, "Because this sword is famously the most vicious sword in the world. It not only devours its master, but its sword heart is also proud and extreme. It is even willing to destroy itself rather than let anyone take it away. No one would want to possess such a sword, and no one would dare to possess it. Therefore, it ranks third on the list of divine swords in the world."

Xie Weixing's lips twitched, feeling like he was saying goodbye to this sword, or even to his own life: "It's Devourer again. Come on, let it fight Little Chili. Whoever wins gets priority in Devourer's Sovereignty."

Wen Longlin moved on his waist, clearly displeased with the way he was addressed.

Tan Suiting stared at the sword, his eyes sharp and cold: "Senior brother, do you want this sword?"

The sword of life was recognizing its master. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it was true no matter who told him.

Xie Weixing countered, "Is there an option not to?"

"It seems there isn't one," Yu Xintang said politely. "The most vicious sword in the world. If you force yourself to have it, it will risk self-destruction to kill you. If you refuse it, it will also risk self-destruction to kill you."

"Wow," Xie Weixing exclaimed coolly, his heart sinking. He forced a miserable smile and said, "Brother Jian, can I kneel down before you? I won't ask for your lifespan. Please stop messing with me."

Tan Suiting's fingertips crackled with violent silver-blue lightning, his expression cold: "If you don't want it, then you don't have it."

No one can force Xie Weixing to do something he doesn't want to do.

Forget about the Sword of Life and Death, it won't even work.

Don't assume that whoever dies is right.

"However," Yu Xintang said, arms crossed, "you can listen to a story first."

Shen Chunri looked up: "You have this function too?"

“Penglai Realm is rich, and I’ve seen a lot,” Yu Xintang smiled and slowly began to speak. “The Fusheng Sword is said to have been forged from the bones of a goddess’s wife who died in the line of duty.”

These words seemed to shock the people present, and for a moment no one spoke.

To sacrifice oneself for the sword—is that something a mortal could do?

He recounted in detail: "Ten thousand years ago, a powerful god from the heavens descended to the mortal realm to undergo a tribulation. He was insightful and unfettered, without any attachments or desires. He was the god in heaven who should least be moved by love, yet he encountered a tribulation of love that he could never escape in this lifetime."

The group listened quietly, seemingly transported back to that distant era by following Yu Xintang's gentle tone.

"That god was incredibly powerful, but the woman he fell in love with was a mortal with no cultivation, and she was not long-lived, her life as fragile as paper."

They fell in love in the mortal world.

The supreme deity was carefree and open-minded, indifferent to the future, believing that love was the lightest bond in this life.

The woman was quiet and patient, giving her all and devoting the rest of her life to him.

At that time, the world was in chaos, and the human race and other races almost overthrew the world, with demons and monsters fighting each other.

The Heavenly Dao has revealed the only way to break this deadlock: one person must burn their very bones and blood, sacrificing themselves for reincarnation, in order to seal away the chaos and calamity of the world.

And Heaven chose her.

It's utterly ridiculous, isn't it?

The mighty Heavenly Dao actually chose to sacrifice a woman who had no cultivation whatsoever and had never even met a cultivator in her entire life.

The higher realms issued a decree, vowing to take the woman's life. After all, she was not long for this world, and there was no point in pitying her death.

But the god, alone with only a sword, vowed to fight to the death.

He said.

If you wish to save the world, then seek out the gods and immortals of the heavens, the eternal geniuses, and the cultivators who bear the great Dao.

Why should the life of an ordinary mortal be used to fill the hole in the Heavenly Dao?

My wife has no cultivation, no immortality, and no supernatural powers to protect her. She has lived a peaceful and gentle life, never betraying Heaven, never betraying the Dao, and never betraying the common people in the slightest.

The mighty Heavenly Dao dares not harm those who follow the path of a sect, yet it bullies an innocent mortal. What kind of logic is this?!

The supreme god, resigned to certain death, used his own body to withstand the overwhelming divine punishment.

Throughout history, no one has dared to question the will of Heaven.

Yet he cried out with all his might, staring back at the heavens, each word dripping with blood, each word a testament to his wife's choice to defy fate.