The existence of the black hole only lasted for a moment. The light quickly returned to the sword house, but the sword furnace and the tens of thousands of swords made by Fuxi had disappeared. All that was left was a long sword floating quietly in front of Fuxi.
"I finally succeeded!"
Fuxi let out a long sigh, and then fell to the ground powerlessly as if his bones had been pulled out. At the same time, his original legs began to change rapidly, and finally turned into a dim snake tail. Fuxi revealed his original body as an innate divine demon.
"Is this the Xuanyuan Sword?"
Guhan quietly looked at the newly born Xuanyuan Sword. The feeling this sword gave Guhan was somewhat similar, but also somewhat different.
The similarity was because this sword looked exactly the same as the Xuanyuan Sword. Even the texture of the material was exactly the same. Guhan was almost sure that this sword was exactly the same as the Xuanyuan Sword in terms of material.
The key difference was in temperament, or spirituality. In this sword, Guhan could not feel the spirituality that once belonged to the Xuanyuan Sword, which was completely different from the Four Immortal Killing Swords.
Although there was no consciousness of the Sword Lady in the Four Immortal Killing Swords at this time, Guhan knew at first glance that they were the Four Immortal Killing Swords of the future. However, the Xuanyuan Sword in front of him was different. Guhan did not find that familiar feeling.
"Is there something wrong?" The weak Fuxi also noticed the change in Guhan's expression and asked nervously.
"Yes, it should be right, but the feeling is still different!" Guhan hesitated for a moment and finally concluded.
"Of course …" Fuxi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Gu Han's words. "Don't forget, the Shanhe Sheji was not painted before. I think before the Shanhe Sheji appeared, it was not the real Xuanyuan Sword, so you naturally couldn't feel that familiar feeling!"
"Master, try to see if you can restore contact with sister Xuanyuan Sword first!"
The Immortal-trapping Sword whispered in Guhan's ear. Guhan nodded. When he was about to grasp the Xuanyuan Sword, countless airflows suddenly rushed out of the void and began to collide in the whole Sword House. It felt like countless panicked sparrows.
"What is this?"
Both Guhan and Fuxi were startled by these air currents. Clearly, the appearance of these air currents had exceeded their expectations.
"Appear!"
Fuxi suddenly took out a cold mirror and shone it on the air currents. Immediately, the image of swords appeared in the mirror. It seemed that the original form of these air currents were swords.
"Isn't this the sword I forged?"
After seeing the sword in the mirror, Fuxi was greatly shocked, and he stroked the mirror with trembling hands as tears streamed down his face.
Fuxi had thought that the swords he had forged before had disappeared. He didn't expect them to appear in such a way.
"What did you do to my sword?
It became like this! "After calming down, Fuxi suddenly asked Guhan.
"I didn't do anything …" Guhan shook his head, but he seemed to have thought of something and immediately changed his words. "But when you asked me to throw these swords into the Sword Furnace, in order to achieve the fastest speed, I let my consciousness fragments enter these swords and controlled them to fly in."
"Then what about the fragments?
Did they return to your body? "Fuxi asked hurriedly.
"No!"
Guhan shook his head. "I let them fly in with your swords. They didn't come out."
"Oh my god, that's over 10,000 consciousness fragments. You're actually willing to waste them just like that …" Fuxi was shocked and felt a little pity. Clearly, in Fuxi's eyes, wasting 10,000 consciousness fragments in one go was a very extravagant thing.
For Fuxi, or rather, for everyone except for Guhan, consciousness fragments were things that needed to be slowly split piece by piece. For Fuxi, 10,000 consciousness fragments could be accumulated in 10,000 or even 100,000 years.
Of course, Fuxi would feel distressed if he threw all of them into the Sword Furnace.
If Fuxi knew that Guhan now had tens of billions of consciousness fragments, he would probably kill Guhan on the spot out of jealousy.
"It's okay!"
Guhan said indifferently. This made Fuxi feel even more distressed. This young man was really wasteful. He didn't know what a thrifty society was at all.
"By the way, what's going on with these swords that look like air currents?" Guhan asked as he looked at the air currents that were still flying around the room.
"Isn't this all your doing?!"
Fuxi rolled his eyes at Guhan. "You sent your consciousness fragments and my swords into the Sword Furnace together. The original sword bodies of these swords were dissolved by the Sword Furnace, but your consciousness fragments were refined by the Sword Furnace. Finally, they fused with a bit of spirituality in the swords and formed something similar to a soul.
In other words, these tens of thousands of guys that are rushing around now are the souls of the swords that I made! "
"…" Guhan was also stunned. He didn't expect that some consciousness fragments that he casually sent in would actually become the souls of these swords.
"Are these all my consciousness fragments?"
Guhan looked at the souls of these swords in a daze. He subconsciously ordered these souls to stop.
In the next second, the souls of tens of thousands of swords that were shuttling around stopped at this moment. They floated quietly beside Guhan as if they were ready to receive orders from Guhan at any time.
"These really are my consciousness fragments!"
Seeing this scene, Guhan had to admit that the souls of these swords were smelted from his consciousness fragments.
"How should I deal with them?"
Guhan looked at the souls of these swords that were quietly waiting for his orders and said in a daze.
"This depends on your intentions. You can keep them by your side. They are actually good attacking methods. At least, they are more than ten times sharper than the sword qi in your hand.
With them by your side, I'm afraid that no one in this world is your opponent except for the Sages, including me and my sister. "Fuxi's words could be said to be extremely sincere and without any selfishness.
Otherwise, Fuxi would definitely strongly suggest that Guhan hand over the souls of these swords to him, or simply give them freedom.
"If these are all souls, then leaving them by my side is too pitiful. It's like having 10,000 prisoners. I won't be able to feel at ease for the rest of my life!"
Guhan felt the souls of these swords. Although they all came from Guhan's consciousness fragments, after being smelted by the sword furnace, Guhan could feel that they were no longer his clones.
If an accurate comparison had to be made, the souls of these swords were more like Guhan's children, children born from Guhan's soul.
For a real father, trapping his own child by his side and using him as a weapon was obviously something that he would never do.
Therefore, Guhan quickly made a decision. He looked at the wall of the Sword House and asked Fuxi, "Your Majesty Fuxi, do you mind if I open a window in your house?"
"Do whatever you want!"
Fuxi said with a bitter smile. "There's no need for my Sword House to exist anymore. Do whatever you want!"
"Let's go!
I'll give you freedom! "
Guhan let out a long sigh. He directly pierced the Immortal Trapping Sword in his hand into the wall of the Sword House and opened a square gap. Then, the souls of these swords flew out of the gap under Guhan's command and finally disappeared into the endless sky, looking for their own freedom.
After seeing the souls of these swords leave one after another, Guhan felt a little regretful. If they really stayed by his side, it would really be an unparalleled attack method in the world, even more powerful than the Hundred Million Sword Technique of the Liu Nian Family.
However, after thinking that these were all things in the illusion and did not really exist, the regret disappeared without a trace.
"You can start drawing now!"
Fuxi and Guhan focused their attention on the Xuanyuan Sword again. Fuxi pointed at the two sides of the Xuanyuan Sword and said to Guhan, "You can draw the Shanhe Sheji on it."
"Me?" Fuxi's words stunned Guhan.
"Who else could it be other than you?
Aren't you the only one in the Untainted Land who can draw the Shanhe Sheji? "Fuxi said with a smile.
"But I can't draw!" Guhan said with his head lowered.
"No, you draw very well. If you don't believe me, you can look at the painting under your feet."
"I can't draw the soul of the sword or the soul of the Shanhe Sheji."
"The Shanhe Sheji doesn't need a soul. The Shanhe Sheji is there. As long as you have the Shanhe Sheji in your heart, you can draw it!"
"What if I don't have the Shanhe Sheji in my heart?"
"That depends on you. If you have the burden of human beings on your shoulders, then the Shanhe Sheji is in your heart.
Ask yourself, why are you here, and why do you want me to forge a Human Sovereign's Sword for you? "
"I understand. I'll draw it!" Guhan was finally convinced by Fuxi. He decided to draw the Shanhe Sheji on the Xuanyuan Sword.
However, the Xuanyuan Sword was too hard. Guhan tried many tools, but he couldn't leave any marks on the blade of the Xuanyuan Sword.
In the end, under Fuxi's reminder, Guhan took out the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords. The tips of the four swords were all used on one point of the Xuanyuan Sword. Only then did he carve a light mark on the hard body of the Xuanyuan Sword. In the end, he carved an extremely spectacular Shanhe Sheji.
"Guhan, you're too slow. I'm going crazy waiting for you!
I'm really going crazy! "
When the last grain of rice was finished, the familiar voice finally sounded in Guhan's ears. It was the voice of the Xuanyuan Sword. However, in Guhan's ears, the voice sounded like it was crying.
The Xuanyuan Sword was crying!
This was something that Guhan had never encountered before.
"Why are you crying?" Guhan suddenly asked in a daze.
"Nonsense … I haven't seen a film in tens of millions of years … I can't wait!" The Xuanyuan Sword said at the top of its voice.
"Alright, let's go home!"
Guhan's hand held the hilt of the Xuanyuan Sword. As he came into contact with the hilt of the Xuanyuan Sword, the broken sword house, Fuxi, who had a face full of vicissitudes and a snake tail, and Nüwa, who was secretly peeping at the door, gradually faded in front of Guhan and finally disappeared completely. When Guhan sensed the entire world again, he had already returned to the dimensional rift, and there were two brand new girls standing beside Guhan.
The memories came to an end.