After all, the blood nourishment of the sword had helped him establish a spiritual link with it.

Click!

A soft ringing sound was heard.

In response to Ye Qingyu’s summoning, the black sword embryo vibrated slightly and a crack instantly formed on its surface. As the vibration became faster, more and more crack lines appeared on the sword embryo amid a lingering bout of clicking noises. Eventually, the entire sword embryo burst apart with a bang and scattered like a pile of black sludge.

“Has it really broken? F*cking hell... Huh? What’s that?”

When Ye Qingyu saw the sword embryo bursting apart, he was so shocked that his soul seemed to leave his body, and he really thought that the sword-casting had failed. But at this very moment, he saw a dazzling wisp of blood-colored splendor spurt...