Liang Hui looked at the vanishing Divine Beings and sighed deeply:
"Fire Cloud Cave, Longsword, it indeed was this Human Ancestor."
A moment later, no longer emotional, he redirected his gaze back to the longsword.
The sword was seven feet long, its body made of brass color. One side was engraved with the sun, moon, and stars, and the other side with mountains, rivers, and vegetation. Through the sword body, one could vaguely see the scenes of people tilling the land with fire and the unyielding spirit of the Human Race.
It was a Human Path Sword, also a Sword of Myriad Spirits.
Liang Hui reached out and grasped the hilt.
He exerted force!
Crackle!
The sword body was fully revealed.
Liang Hui's free hand reached out and caressed it gently.
He sensed the boundless array of human emotions from the Vast Boundary Sea—joy, happiness, resentment; all were so clear.
This sword was at least of the Great Luo Level, if not higher.
The young man's hand left the sword body.
A flip!
