“I understand now. It’s because of the Primordial Hero Sword.”
“The Primordial Hero Sword can only be possessed by a true hero.”
“And a hero must not only possess great righteousness, but also perform great acts of kindness.”
“I knew it. That boy isn’t so magnanimous that he would simply let bygones be bygones.”
“He was only pretending to be generous in order to obtain the Primordial Hero Sword.”
At first, the disciple of the Wish God Granny had been puzzled.
But once this thought struck her, she grew even angrier. She felt thoroughly used by Chu Feng.
Though furious, she still rose to her feet and continued deeper into the cave.
She had not given up on obtaining the Primordial Hero Sword.
The path ahead, however, was far from smooth. Numerous trials blocked the way.
Of course, none of them could truly trouble her.
Their only effect was to slow her down.
At last, after clearing every trial, she reached the deepest part of the area.
Before her lay three lakes.
None of the lakes was large.
Their waters were blue, red, and white respectively.
Yet all three were perfectly transparent, allowing her to see straight to the bottom.
Deep within each lake bed, rows upon rows of spell formations glowed.
The disciple knew that those spell formations were the key to the lakes. Only by deciphering them could she understand what choice to make.
Soon, she had read all three lakes.
Each concealed an entrance.
The first, the blue lake, led to the location of the Primordial Hero Sword.
The second, the red lake, would return her to the very beginning of the Ancient Burial Soldier Tomb, granting her the chance to choose another weapon.
The third, the white lake, offered safe exit from the tomb entirely.
The difference was this: both the blue lake leading to the Hero Sword and the red lake offering a fresh choice required further trials.
Only by succeeding would the final gate appear.
The white lake alone was different. No trial was needed. One could simply enter the water and find the way out.
In short, if she wished to leave directly, she could do so right now, without any risk.
But if she wanted the Primordial Hero Sword or another chance to select a weapon, she would have to pay a price.
Her gaze swept back and forth between the first and second lakes.
From the very beginning, she had never once considered the third lake. She would never leave empty-handed.
Yet she hesitated, unsure whether to continue pursuing the Primordial Hero Sword or to choose another weapon entirely.
If she pressed on, she feared she would lose to Chu Feng and end up with nothing, not even the chance to choose again.
Yet giving up the Hero Sword left her deeply unwilling.
“Stinking brat, I’ll let you win this once.”
The disciple spat the words through gritted teeth, clearly reluctant.
In the end, she chose the safer path and refused to compete further with Chu Feng.
With that, she leapt into the air and plunged into the second, red lake.
Splash.
The instant she entered, flames erupted from the water.
Her figure shrank dramatically within the lake.
The lake might appear small, but it was in truth an entire world, fraught with deadly peril.
Nevertheless, her decision was the correct one.
Chu Feng had already seized every advantage. Had she continued chasing the Primordial Hero Sword, she would have gained nothing.
Because at this very moment, Chu Feng had already passed through the blue lake and entered a grand hall.
The entire hall was deep blue. Both walls and floor were constructed from blue stone.
The walls were covered in murals and carvings.
A sacred aura permeated every corner of the hall.
Yet Chu Feng could tell that, although the hall appeared extraordinary, it was not from the Primordial Era. The aura that flowed here belonged unmistakably to the Ancient times.
Only one object stood apart, something truly exceptional: a sword.
A silver longsword.
The sword was entirely silver, from hilt to blade, every part forged from the same silvery material.
It measured six feet in total length, with a one-foot hilt.
It was not broad and looked, at first glance, like an ordinary longsword.
There were no elaborate engravings or patterns on the guard, blade, edge, or hilt.
Only three characters were etched upon the blade.
Those characters were extremely ancient, unlike any modern script.
But Chu Feng was certain they were Primordial Era text.
According to his deduction, those three characters read “Hero Sword”.
The moment Chu Feng appeared, the Hero Sword drifted upward as though acknowledging its master and floated before him.
The instant he grasped it, Chu Feng felt its extraordinary weight.
Yet although the sword had come to him of its own accord, it still did not submit to him.
He could sense that its power far surpassed any half-completed Venerable Armament.
If its sword qi were unleashed, it would sweep through all directions and shake the world.
But right now, held in his hand, Chu Feng could only feel how formidable the sword was. He could not draw forth even a fraction of its strength.
In simple terms, if he tried to wield it in actual combat at this moment, the sword would be no different from a lump of scrap iron.
