Chapter 4: The Power of the Angelic Holy Sword, Odin Mountains, Unexpected Encounter with Long Haochen, Crushing the Wolf Demons!
"Angelic Holy Sword?"
"This thing… now that's a treasure. If I remember right, it's a divine weapon—maybe even a super divine weapon."
When Ye Ling saw the system's response, excitement flashed in his eyes. He was genuinely thrilled.
He knew what the Angelic Holy Sword was.
Just like the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, it originated from Douluo Dalu, and was the personal sword of the Angel God. Its grade was that of a super divine weapon—surpassing even Tang San's Sea God Trident.
Ye Ling quickly retrieved the Angelic Holy Sword.
In the next moment, radiant beams of light burst forth, illuminating the entire room. Then, a massive, dazzling sword materialized before him.
Its blade was razor-sharp, and the hilt was inlaid with radiant gemstones that shimmered with sacred light. The aura it exuded was one of pure brilliance, inspiring awe and reverence.
Even in its sealed state, the pressure it released was terrifying. If not for the suppressive force layered upon it, the mere aura alone would have been enough to obliterate the entire room—or even the entire Odin Sub-Hall!
Ye Ling didn't say anything more.
He summoned the light energy of the Six-Winged Angel within him and channeled it into his body. Since he hadn't yet awakened his inner spiritual power, it was difficult to fully control, but it only deepened his determination—
He needed to awaken his inner spiritual power as soon as possible to gain full command of his strength.
Soon, he gripped the Angelic Holy Sword.
Sensing Ye Ling's presence, the sword didn't resist. Instead, it began to change.
The immense power within it cooled and merged into Ye Ling's body. A wave of sacred energy entered him, boosting his strength even further.
Before long, Ye Ling held the great sword radiating pure light in his hand. A serious look appeared in his eyes.
"Not bad. Its power has been slightly suppressed. If I'm not mistaken, this Angelic Holy Sword now sits at the peak of the magical equipment tier," Ye Ling murmured inwardly.
In the Divine Throne world, equipment was ranked as follows: Ordinary, Alloy, Magical, Demon-Magic, Radiant, Legendary, Epic, Immortal (Sub-Divine), Divine, Pseudo Super-Divine, and Super Divine.
The Angelic Holy Sword had adjusted itself to match this ranking system.
Ordinary equipment? Even suppressed, the sword wouldn't go that low.
By rank standards, Knight Attendant—Tier 1—used Alloy-grade equipment.
Pseudo-Knight—Tier 2—used Magical-grade equipment.
Tier 3 Knights used Demon-Magic-grade equipment.
Tier 4 Grand Knights used Radiant-grade.
These tiers were based on what Ye Ling could theoretically handle.
By Tier 8, one could use Divine-grade equipment.
Tier 9 meant Sub-Divine.
And as for Super Divine—well, that would require a special medium or catalyst.
Holding the Angelic Holy Sword, Ye Ling closed his eyes, smiling—not just because of its power, but also because upon binding the sword, his body had been strengthened, and his external spiritual power had surged.
By his estimate, he had gained nearly 30 points. That meant his external spiritual power now stood at 140.
Terrifying!
Though future growth would surely slow down, this leap alone shattered records.
Sword in hand, Ye Ling steadied his mind, entered a deep state of focus, and reached toward the Six-Winged Angel within his spiritual consciousness.
The image of the Six-Winged Angel had grown clearer with the integration of the Angelic Holy Sword and his overall advancement.
Ye Ling tried to resonate with it again. Just like before, it was still awkward—he couldn't yet fully draw upon its power.
"Guess I'd better awaken my innate spiritual power. Right now, training inner power is way more effective than focusing on external power."
Ye Ling murmured to himself.
With that, he stopped speaking and held out his hand. A fist-sized, warm stone appeared in his palm.
It emitted a unique aura.
Yes, it was an Awakening Stone.
"Good thing I redeemed this from a mission earlier. My spiritual power hasn't hit 200 yet, but with the Six-Winged Angel and Angelic Holy Sword in hand… this should be more than enough."
Ye Ling thought to himself.
In the next moment, he opened the door and, under the cover of night, left the Odin Sub-Hall, heading toward the Odin Mountains.
"The Odin Mountains are already dangerous during the day. At night, they're on a whole other level."
"From what I've seen before, the Odin Mountains are home to many strong magical beasts. And according to the original story, the first internal invasion of the Demon Race began right here."
Ye Ling pondered as he sprinted toward the mountain's summit.
Midway up the slope, he saw a familiar figure—standing tall, gripping an iron sword.
It was Long Haochen.
Across from him stood several wolf demons, their eyes filled with bloodlust as they stared at Long Haochen, clearly preparing to attack.
"Grr!" one of the wolf demons howled before charging toward Long Haochen. It licked its lips, looking at him like he was a delectable meal, visibly excited.
Long Haochen clutched his iron sword tightly. Cold sweat dripped down his young face. Surrounded by so many wolf demons, he was panicking. He wanted to run, but he wouldn't get far.
Fight? He hadn't even reached ten points of spiritual power yet—how could he possibly win?
Long Haochen's mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this desperate situation.
At that moment, a streak of white light flashed out and struck one of the wolf demons, instantly slicing it in two.
Long Haochen's eyes lit up with joy.
"Haochen?" Ye Ling walked over—it was his Pure White Blade that had delivered that attack.
A low-level wolf demon like that stood no chance of resisting.
Seeing Ye Ling, Long Haochen's eyes gleamed. "Brother Ye, what are you doing here?"
"I should be the one asking you that," Ye Ling replied helplessly.
Long Haochen quickly explained. He couldn't sleep and had gone out to collect herbs—only to run into this pack of wolf demons. He had almost met his end, and if Ye Ling hadn't appeared in time, he'd have been in serious trouble.
Maybe he could have escaped, but it would've been a huge ordeal.
Besides the one Ye Ling had just killed, there were still over a hundred wolf demons left. And now that blood had been spilled, the rest became even more agitated. They lost all sense of order and began to charge forward recklessly.
"Decent numbers, but most of them are trash—mainly first- and second-rank beasts. Only three third-rank ones among them."
Ye Ling quickly assessed the situation. He didn't say much more. He drew the Angelic Holy Sword, his expression serious, and prepared for battle.
In this world, magical beast ranks were considered one tier higher than human equivalents. A third-rank beast was equivalent to a second-rank human professional.
Seeing this, Long Haochen also gripped his iron sword tightly. Even though he knew the difference in power was vast, he wasn't going to flee. Ye Ling was strong, but there was no way he'd let him face this alone—especially since he had brought the danger here.
Just then, the first wolf demon lunged at Ye Ling, intending to be the first to bite into him, excited like it was looking at a feast. In its eyes, Ye Ling was a flickering candle ready to be snuffed out.
But the moment it leapt, Ye Ling smiled.
He swung the Angelic Holy Sword, and the wolf demon was cleanly sliced in half—perfectly smooth, lifeless in an instant.
"What a sword," Ye Ling murmured, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. Even though he couldn't unleash its full divine power, it was still more than enough.
The death of their "companion" didn't instill fear in the rest of the pack. Their eerie green eyes, stimulated by the sight of blood, sent them into a frenzy. One by one, they charged at Ye Ling.
Ye Ling wasn't intimidated in the slightest. He raised the Angelic Holy Sword and began his assault.
Each swing cleaved through a wolf demon—one per strike, fast and decisive, like slicing through paper.
Only the three third-rank beasts took a few extra blows.
Half an hour later, the battle was over.
Ye Ling stood in place, his clothing and the Angelic Holy Sword as clean as before—not a single drop of blood stained him.
He had passed through a pack of a hundred wolves without shedding a drop.
As he looked at the carnage around him and the thick scent of blood in the air, Ye Ling wrinkled his nose. He had grown used to such scenes over the past two years, but they still made him slightly uncomfortable.
Long Haochen's face was pale from the sight, but deep in his blood, there was a faint stir—excitement awakening in his genes.
"So strong… this is Brother Ye's true strength?"
"There were at least a few third-rank wolf demons in there, and yet Brother Ye wiped them all out so effortlessly… not even a speck of blood on him…"
Long Haochen trembled—not from fear, but from exhilaration.
"Let's leave quickly. The stench of blood is overwhelming. I bet plenty of stronger beasts are already on their way here," Ye Ling said to Long Haochen. "We might not be afraid, but any violence we can avoid, we should."
Ye Ling had never been a bloodthirsty person.
And he knew exactly what he needed to do next.
Before leaving, he glanced over the battlefield and began checking the wolf demons.
He collected the magic cores from those that had developed them—these were valuable resources.
Soon, he departed.
As for what would happen next, he no longer concerned himself.
He traveled to a safer location nearby and let Long Haochen return home first.
He was about to undergo his Sacred Awakening—and having someone around would only complicate things.
Long Haochen had originally wanted to stay, but he wasn't made of steel—fatigue hit him, and he left.
(End of Chapter)