In the Sword Tomb, everyone was looking at the ancient sword in the air. Their hearts were filled with desire, and they had the urge to obtain the sword regardless of everything.
Under their gazes, the ancient sword in the air recovered for a short while before quickly returning to peace.
On it, the resplendent light gradually dimmed, and the specks of golden light faded. They scattered in all directions, gradually returning to their ordinary state.
The glazed sword was once again covered in rust. It was covered in rust and looked like an ordinary ordinary ordinary weapon. There was no trace of the magic that a divine weapon should have. It looked extremely ordinary.
"A Heavenly Weapon concealing itself?"
Looking at the scene in front of them, this thought flashed through many people's minds. They had an inexplicable realization.
