Li Fan had been unconscious for three days. When he regained consciousness, the first thing he saw was that sword.
The sword of the Li Mountain Sword Ancestor had already fused into his body.
"Senior," Li Fan called out in his mind.
"You are awake," came a voice from within the sword.
"Are you the Old Ancestor of Li Mountain?" Li Fan asked.
"Not exactly. I am but the Sword Soul lingering in this world," the sword replied, "Since you have inherited the legacy, this sword is now yours. Per the agreement from a thousand years ago—when the dynasty becomes corrupt, you shall wield this sword to reset the heavens and earth. However, this sword is ultimately not yours. You cannot fully unleash its power, nor can you withstand its burden. Now that you have received the Great Dao inheritance, you must forge your own sword and surpass me."
Li Fan silently nodded in his heart. The Divine Sword was powerful, but it was not truly his.
