Chapter Twenty-Nine Nameless

“Master, these are the remnants or creatures I mentioned before—those that once were trapped in the Blood Massacre Array. They’ve slowly absorbed the essence here, bit by bit, growing stronger in this way.”

As Tu Fei was speaking, the scholar in white waved his folding fan and looked at me with a cold sneer. “Human boy, as long as you don’t resist, perhaps we’ll grant you the most painless death. But if you refuse to cooperate, don’t blame us for draining your blood drop by drop and devouring your flesh piece by piece.”

“Hmph!”

Hearing such a naked threat, Tu snorted coldly. Though gravely wounded, he still controlled the core of the Blood Massacre Array. Yet, after years of slumber and with so much of the array’s structure damaged, he could no longer fully command its power. That was why he now seemed so passive—like a homeowner beset by thieves, his own house forcibly occupied.

I looked at the people before me, but I couldn’t discern their true strength, nor did I have any standard in my heart by which to measure it.

“Tu, ha! I didn’t expect you to awaken, but you’re no match for us. Our eldest brother is looking for you. Once we devour you entirely, we’ll master all the forbidden arts within this array. By then, the world will be ours for the taking!”

At these words, Tu suddenly shot forward, his body transforming in an instant into a massive infant, who opened his mouth and spat out a torrent of scarlet flames.

Whoosh!

Just as the red flames were about to reach the pale-faced scholar, he waved his fan at them. In a flash, the flames were swept back by his fan and hurled toward Tu instead.

Boom!

But at that moment, the mountains behind us suddenly erupted into chaos. The entire space shook with violent tremors.

“This is bad! The ancient sword is on the rampage again!”

The scholar turned to glance at the mountains, and his face changed dramatically.

He no longer paid us any heed. With a heavy stamp on the ground, he vanished from sight.

“Master, we should go too! Once the ancient sword’s aura stabilizes, we can return!”

Tu’s body instantly turned into a beam of light and dove into me.

Yet I felt no pressure at all. On the contrary, I was drawn forward by a compelling, intimate force—a power that made my whole body tremble, propelling me unconsciously step by step toward the mountain ahead.

“Master, you…”

My thoughts spun in confusion, unable to make sense of what was happening.

As I approached the mountains, I looked up and saw countless sword auras swirling wildly above the peaks, some even forming hurricanes that howled furiously.

“Master, it’s just ahead. Can you still endure it?”

I didn’t answer immediately. Though I began to feel some pressure, I realized it came from within, not from the outside world.

Could it be that this sword is destined for me?

After all, that’s how it’s always written in the novels. I used to read many tales of fantasy and immortal heroes, and back then I thought it was all nonsense—just wild invention by the authors. But after everything I’d experienced, I began to believe: perhaps those writers were powerful occultists, or maybe not even human at all.

With this thought, I walked step by step toward the mountain pass. Soon, I glimpsed a massive cave opening ahead. From within, fierce sword auras surged out, gathering in midair into vortices of razor-sharp wind that shot forth in all directions.

Boom!

The closer I drew, the more familiar this sensation became, as if I’d known this sword long ago.

Tu was so terrified by my actions that he curled up in my sea of consciousness, unable to speak, his eyes fixed on me.

Entering the cavern, I found the countless sword auras seemed sentient—whenever I passed, they instantly parted to let me through.

At a glance, I saw a broken sword floating in the air within the cave.

Its blade was silver-white, cleanly severed at the middle.

As I gazed at it, the sword seemed to sense my presence. Without warning, it shot toward me, streaking into my hand. Just as I tried to grasp the hilt, the blade slashed my palm.

Blood spurted instantly, and the broken sword hovered before me. Stunned, I stepped forward and seized it.

Hiss!

As I gripped the sword, the wound in my palm began to heal, and all my spilled blood was absorbed by the blade.

With a resonant hum, I clearly sensed a phantom of the sword appear in my sea of consciousness, drifting silently as if devoid of any aura.

“Master, you’re incredible! You actually managed to control such a fearsome ancient divine weapon. Even though it’s broken, its power is beyond question.”

I knew this well enough—those fiendish creatures from before immediately fled the moment this broken sword revealed its presence. Clearly, they greatly feared this ancient weapon.

In a few breaths, I felt the nameless ancient sword merge completely with my being. Suddenly, a flash of sword light sliced through my sea of consciousness, and I could sense limitless sword energy surging through the boundless void within me.

Whoosh!

I snapped my eyes open, gripping the broken sword tightly.

“From now on, you shall be Nameless. Nameless, and thus without fear!”

As my words fell, the sword in my hand vibrated in response, almost as if answering me.

“Return!”

At my command, the sword’s glow faded in an instant, all its domineering aura vanishing. In my hand, it now seemed utterly ordinary.

“Master, did you truly subdue the Nameless Broken Sword?” Tu could scarcely believe it.

“This is unimaginable. Even the old man Yin Yang failed to tame it back then, and not even the Human Emperor could do anything with the Nameless Broken Sword. Yet you conquered it at first attempt!”

Truthfully, I had no idea what had happened. All I knew was a sense of deep familiarity had drawn me on—I’d gripped the Nameless Sword as if by instinct.

Suddenly, the entire mountain began to shake.

I hadn’t yet exited the cave when a monstrous roar echoed toward me…