Xu Liguo was startled. His eyes turned and he carefully asked, "This … Senior, what is this ancient sword intent?"
Zhou Yi faintly smiled and said, "Feel it and you will know!"
As he spoke, his right hand reached out and grabbed Xu Liguo. A ray of light shot out from Zhou Yi's eyes and landed in Xu Liguo's eyes.
Xu Liguo's body trembled and his eyes were filled with confusion. He could clearly feel a lot of information pouring into his body from the void. He even felt the feeling of his nascent soul leaving his body when he was still a Nascent Soul cultivator before he became a devil.
Gradually, he was lost in it.
Zhou Yi let go and the light in his eyes dissipated. He looked a bit tired. Directly giving his inheritance to someone else was a kind of injury to his soul, but he didn't care about it. If Wang Lin didn't fear danger to save him, then he could also ignore the difficulty of the inheritance and help Wang Lin's sword spirit.
"Wang Lin, your sword spirit is naturally rebellious. You have to be careful of him in the future, but you don't need to worry too much. When I gave him the inheritance, I left a hint. If he betrays you in the future, the inheritance will backfire!"
Wang Lin looked at Zhou Yi. The exhaustion on Zhou Yi's face made Wang Lin let out a deep sigh. He clasped his hands and softly said, "Senior, thank you!"
Zhou Yi's way of doing things was decisive and firm. Back then, he gave Sun Tai to Wang Lin to be his servant. This showed how decisive he was.
Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "As long as Ting Er can wake up, this inheritance is useless to me … Wang Lin, I only ask one thing of you. Help me find Ting Er's father!"
Wang Lin pondered for a long time and then nodded.
A smile appeared on Zhou Yi's face as he made a grasping motion with his right hand. The celestial sword that Xu Liguo had possessed flew into Zhou Yi's hand. Holding the sword, he took a deep breath and suddenly slapped it!
With this slap, the celestial sword immediately let out a violent buzz. A strange aura spread out from the sword and dissipated into the surroundings … Zhou Yi's face was extremely pale, and his body gradually faded away. He only recovered after a long time.
"Senior Zhou Yi, you …" Wang Lin involuntarily blurted out. He did not expect Zhou Yi to act like this!
"From now on, there will only be three Rain Immortal Swords!
As for this sword, it belongs to you. Be it the previous Sword Spirit or the Rain Sword Spirit after me, none of them have the right to control this sword! "
After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he threw the immortal sword at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin caught it with a look of gratitude in his eyes. Zhou Yi's actions could be said to be a great gift!
There were a total of four Rain Immortal Swords. Even if someone stole them, as long as Zhou Yi was around, the person who stole them would only be able to temporarily control them. Once they encountered Zhou Yi, they would immediately change sides!
Even if Zhou Yi was gone, if the white-clothed female corpse woke up one day, she could still create another sword spirit of the Rain Celestial Sword and continue to receive the inheritance of the so-called ancient sword intent. She could still control the four Rain Celestial Swords!
It could be said that these four Rain Immortal Swords belonged to the sword spirits and the white-robed female corpse through countless reincarnations!
However, at this moment, everything changed. That slap was from Zhou Yi using his identity as the sword spirit and the inheritor of the ancient sword intent to scatter the countless reincarnation seals on the Rain Immortal Swords.
As the sword spirit of this generation, he was like an emperor among mortals. He directly carved out a portion of his territory and gave it to Wang Lin forever.
From now on, even if the white-robed female corpse woke up, even if a new Rain Immortal Sword Spirit appeared, they wouldn't be able to control the Rain Immortal Swords. This was because this was the decree of Zhou Yi, the sword spirit of this generation!
In addition, Zhou Yi bringing Xu Liguo to comprehend the ancient sword intent inheritance was equivalent to opening a door for Xu Liguo, a door to become a supreme sword spirit!
The combination of these two gifts was equivalent to giving Wang Lin a chance!
A chance to be like the white-robed female corpse and possess a Rain Immortal Sword that couldn't be destroyed even after countless reincarnations!
From now on, this Rain Immortal Sword would only belong to Wang Lin. Even Xu Liguo would only be the first generation sword spirit of this Rain Immortal Sword!
In the Celestial World, only those who had reached the Celestial Lord level could have this chance!
Zhou Yi let out a soft sigh. His body turned into nothingness and merged with the Rain Immortal Sword.
"I can feel the aura of the previous Rain Immortal Sword Spirit at the bottom of this abyss. This is the third gift I'm giving you. Let's go!" The Rain Immortal Sword that Zhou Yi had fused with flashed as it headed straight for the abyss.
Wang Lin put Xu Liguo, who was still lost in the inheritance, into the Rain Immortal Sword. Then, he chased after Zhou Yi and flew straight into the abyss.
"The aura of the previous Rain Immortal Sword Spirit?
Could it be … Could it be that Tycoon?! "Wang Lin's heart skipped a beat.
Zhou Yi led the way, sword energy crisscrossing the entire way. Everything that stood in his way retreated as they arrived at the bottom of the Tidal Abyss. There was a huge winding corridor here, and in the middle was a pitch-black pit. It was so deep that even divine sense couldn't penetrate it.
A faint gravitational force was emanating from the huge pit. Although it was very faint, it was present all the time.
Both feet stepped on the small path that connected the edge of the pit to the stone wall. Tiny grains of soil were sucked in by the suction force and fell into the pit.
Wang Lin took a deep breath as he looked at the pit. With his intelligence, he could almost immediately guess that the Tide outside the East Sea was caused by the eruption of this seemingly endless pit.
In Wang Lin's mind, he seemed to see the scene of this pit erupting once every 5,000 years. Each time it erupted, there would be an unimaginable suction force. This suction force would appear in the starry sky outside and pull in countless things.
The strangeness of creation made Wang Lin feel how insignificant he was. What kind of divine ability could resist this suction force that appeared once every 5,000 years … What kind of divine ability could achieve such magnificence?
"Even Tian Yunzi couldn't do it … I wonder if that third step cultivator that Tian Yunzi mentioned could …" Wang Lin took a deep breath as he silently looked at the pit.
Wang Lin didn't know where this pit led to, nor could he guess. He only knew that if he fell in, it would be impossible to get out!
"This pit is very strange. Don't look at it for too long!"
Zhou Yi's voice came from the celestial sword in front of him.
Wang Lin withdrew his gaze. However, the moment he withdrew his gaze, he suddenly heard a faint voice in his ears.
"Go down …" This voice didn't come from the pit, but from … Wang Lin's bag of holding!
It wasn't Yao Xixue!
This chapter wasn't about digging a new pit, it was about digging an old pit even deeper …