With a dull thud, a flash of light appeared beneath Ji Jue’s hands, and then a faint vibration emerged from the sword blade, buzzing uncontrollably.
Amidst the crackling sounds, cracks began to appear along the spine of the sword, stretching all the way to the guard.
Complete destruction!
After enduring countless successful and unsuccessful attempts at spirit severing over the past several days, the long sword, having reached the end of its limits, was finally put through the wringer one last time.
Like a dying camel, it succumbed under the last straw.
A hazy glimmer then slowly floated up from the crack, settling into Ji Jue’s hand, only to be swiftly absorbed and digested by the Mechanical Descent.
“Ah—”
Ji Jue tilted his head back in comfort, sighing deeply, almost brought to tears.
Finally, he had achieved his first taste since returning from the Rift!
So pure! So right! This is the flavor!
So invigorating!
Feeling countless fragments of images rushing toward him, along with a steel-like agony, Ji Jue clenched his hands tightly, his ten fingers curling.
At last, on this long and winding path of embers, he took another step forward.
How delightful! How delightful!
However, his joy was short-lived as he glanced at the progress displayed on his watch…