Chapter Two: The Successor of the Ancestral Sword
“My body has recovered, and I’m even stronger than in my previous life.”
Huo Qing was ecstatic. He looked inward, sensing that all his previous issues had been resolved. Now, he radiated vitality and vigor.
He felt that with just one day, he could break through the Nascent Qi Realm and leap straight into the Earth Spirit Realm!
This was the power granted to him by the Ancestral Sword!
“Truly worthy of being the foremost divine artifact in the chaos.”
Huo Qing admired silently.
Suddenly, a light flickered in his eyes. He clenched his palm, and the Ancestral Sword’s embryonic form condensed before him—a grayish, blade-less sword, seemingly harmless.
Yet Huo Qing dared not underestimate it; even weakened millions of times, the Ancestral Sword was formidable.
At this moment, he gazed intently at the sword’s surface, where ten mottled patterns faintly appeared.
“To fully awaken the Ancestral Sword, you must seek out ten lost Primordial Divine Swords. Each one you find will restore a part of the sword’s embryonic form.
With each restoration, the sword gains a new ability, and your strength will rise accordingly.
When the Ancestral Sword is completely revived, no one in the entire chaotic universe will be your match. You will become the true Sovereign of the Chaos Sword.”
As the voice faded, light returned to Huo Qing’s world once more.
“To fight back and reclaim what’s mine, those Primordial Divine Swords must all be in my hands!”
His gaze burned with fierce determination.
Boom!
In the next moment, a roaring surge exploded within Huo Qing’s body, spiritual energy crashing like waves against his dantian.
His long-stagnant cultivation surged upwards rapidly.
Nascent Qi Realm, fourth level!
Nascent Qi Realm, fifth level!
…
In mere moments, he broke through to the ninth level of the Nascent Qi Realm, reaching the early stage of the Earth Spirit Realm!
The countless spirit medicines his body had absorbed finally bore fruit at this critical juncture.
Huo Qing retracted his aura, his mind calm, his expression serene once again.
“I should return and check the situation.”
A lingering thought in his mind—the original soul was calling him to resolve certain matters.
Clatter, clatter…
Suddenly, footsteps approached. Huo Qing frowned and looked toward the distance, where a group of riders charged forward.
They exuded a fierce momentum—clearly seasoned killers.
“What’s going on with those two? Young Master ordered them to pulverize that brat from the Huo family’s body. Is that so hard?”
The tall, burly man in the lead rein in his horse and dismounted, frowning.
“They must have gotten greedy, trying to milk Huo Qing dry.”
A subordinate murmured behind him.
The burly man’s eyes flashed with rage.
“How dare they steal from us? I’ll skin them alive!”
A cold sneer spread across his face. Then suddenly, his body trembled, and shock crept over him as he slowly raised his gaze.
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