Chapter 125: Sword Spirit
"It's fine."
Song Qi shook his head and said decisively, "Let's keep going."
On the path of cultivation, nothing went exactly as one wished.
Every Enlightened Master had to face all kinds of difficulties, obstructions, and dangers on their way.
On the path of cultivation, many people fought for their lives for a bit of spirit stones and risked their lives for some resources.
Compared to this, what they had encountered was not much.
Even if there really was danger, he would not frown at all.
Furthermore, the historical remnant they were in right now had things that were much better than ordinary spirit materials.
Just the spirit grasses that they had just collected could cause a storm of blood and many people to risk their lives.
If they just left like this in the face of a rare opportunity like this, Song Qi would never be able to forgive himself.
Moreover, from what he had heard in his previous life, this place did not have much danger.
At the very least, he had not heard of anything during his previous life.
"Alright."
Hearing Song Qi's reply, Chen Heng nodded and had no objections.
He did not know if Song Qi knew something, or if he was just unwilling to give up on this historical remnant.
However, no matter what it was, he was not going to say anything.
After making this decision, they continued onwards.
Soon, they reached an empty and sparse area.
Ahead, there were many swords.
After such a long time, this place seemed incredibly ancient and dilapidated, but the swords seemed completely fine.
The swords did not seem to have been affected by time and seemed incredibly bright, and they gave off faint light; they seemed incredibly extraordinary.
Anyone could tell at a glance that they were precious swords.
They were all forged with essence gold.
Chen Heng glanced at them before thinking to himself.
Essence gold was a unique type of material that could make incredibly sharp and tough weapons.
A single essence gold sword was almost as valuable as a city, and they were usually extremely difficult to find. However, they were everywhere here, as if they were not worth money.
Chen Heng was completely dumbfounded.
However, after reaching here, the sense of being watched became greater.
It was as if there was something incorporeal here silently watching him.
Standing there and sensing this feeling, Chen Heng turned and looked at Song Qi.
Song Qi was standing in front of a weapons rack and was closely examining a gold-colored sword. He looked incredibly focused and did not seem to notice the gaze at all.
Seeing him like this, Chen Heng inwardly shook his head and prepared to say something.
In the end, they were on the same side, and their interests were bound together to an extent.
As such, he was willing to warn Song Qi to avoid taking a loss.
Just as he was about to speak, he paused and felt that something was off.
A strange feeling welled up in his heart.
Standing there, Chen Heng turned and instinctively looked not too far away.
There was a silver sword hanging there.
Compared to the other weapons, this silver sword was not very eye-catching and did not look very special. In fact, it was covered in dust and looked a bit shabby.
Compared to those weapons made from essence gold, it looked quite lacking.
However, at this moment, Chen Heng was drawn over by this silver sword.
For some reason, he felt that there was something special about this sword, making him stare at it.
As he looked at that sword, the feeling of being watched intensified.
Sensing this gaze, he frowned and slowly walked over to the silver sword.
Standing before the silver sword, he hesitated for a moment before reaching out and grabbing onto the silver sword.
An electricity-like feeling spread through his palm.
When he grabbed onto this sword, he could clearly feel that there was a warm current flowing through his body, accompanied by massive amounts of ancient knowledge.
In that moment, he seemed to see countless swords being swung and descending, like an apocalypse.
The sky darkened and the ground collapsed as even mountains were shattered.
A silver sword shot about, linking everything.
What is this?!
In the next moment, Chen Heng suddenly came back to his senses.
"No need to be anxious," a voice suddenly sounded out within Chen Heng's mind, causing his body to freeze.
A massive power appeared.
Currently, he could clearly sense that a massive consciousness within the silver sword was awakening, and it had connected to his mind and was speaking with him.
"Who are you?" Chen Heng asked as he quickly calmed down.
In the end, he had seen much in other simulations and in the real world, so he was able to become accustomed to something like this much faster than native people to this world.
"You were able to calm yourself down quite quickly; not bad," the voice spoke with a tone of appreciation within his mind.
"Just like you can see, I am the sword spirit of this sword and am also the previous owner of this sword."
"Sword spirit?" Chen Heng frowned, "What does that mean?"
"In this world, whether it be mountains, rivers, grasses, or trees, everything has a spirit."
In his mind, the self-proclaimed sword spirit spoke, "As long as its spiritual nature is strong enough, it can awaken its own consciousness. A sword's spirit is naturally a sword spirit."
"Sword spirit…" Chen Heng understood.
This was something quite new.
Even though he had gone through a few simulations and had seen Outlanders, it was the first time he had encountered a sword spirit.
He had learned something new.
"Since you're a sword spirit, why do you call yourself the previous owner of this sword?" Chen Heng frowned as he asked.
"That's a long story."
The sword spirit sighed and said, "At first, I was not a sword spirit. It was just that after I died, I had to turn myself into a sword spirit. Do you understand?"
"Something like that is possible?" Chen Heng felt quite surprised but did not pay this much mind.
Right now, he just had one key question: "What do you want?"