Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

The Death Aura within the sword was meant to mask the Undying God’s body’s connections to itself, while the Darkness aura was the destructive power that fought against his body’s ability to remove the Death Aura.

It also exploited the connection, forcing the connections to overload on themselves, destroying them.

That was the basis on which the sword had been created. That was the aura that was placed into the sword.

But something was different. The sword wasn’t what he had tried to make.

The tribulation had put it through a mutation. Something within the sword had changed. Both Death and Darkness were much more violent.

And because the sword was made to manifest those on its physical body, even grabbing it was affecting Steelmind.

Steelmind couldn’t let go of the sword at all. The moment he had come into contact, his Qi was violently being ripped away from his body, forming a connection that kept him from letting go.

There was also something about the sword that he could feel in his spirit, like it spoke to him, asking him to become violent.

Even as weakened as Steelmind was, he realized the corruption from the sword. The Darkness within it was now a corrupting force.

Steelmind grimaced, feeling the black tendrils reach for his heart and mind. He could feel the sword asking for violence, to kill others. Even though the sword spirit spoke no words, its suggestions were deafening to one’s ears, so much so that Steelmind had to give everything not to lose his control and seek silence.

But if he did that, only disaster would follow.

If he attacked with this sword, the technique he had built into it-the one that transferred its aura into each slashes-would cause everyone it hit to feel the same thing he was.

Pure corruption.

‘I can’t let that happen,’ he thought.

The formation activated instantly, the inferno coming to life once again at the center of the room. The sword was far too malevolent to be kept as it was.

He would have to destroy it.

Just as he was about to put the sword into the fire, he saw the Death Sage come for the sword instantly. Either out of instinct or because of the corrupting nature of the sword, he attacked at the last moment, the sword swinging toward the Death Sage.

At the same time, the Qi flooding into the sword activated the Qi-lines within it, turning the random swing into a proper attack that was only ever meant to kill the Undying God.

God Rending Death Blade.

The room immediately blew apart, the slash cutting a ridge out from where he stood to nearly the edge of his massive workshop. He couldn’t even imagine how many people were caught up in that attack, how many had died.

He quickly flew out of the room, looking down at the sight of his attack. By then, the veins were crawling up his neck, reaching for his head.

“No…” Steelmind said in a somber voice, only now truly understanding what he had done. He looked back at the room he had been in, the destruction that was there. The Death Sage lay wounded in the room, profusely bleeding.

Steelmind couldn’t believe his own power. He had just made a normal swing, and he had wounded the Death Sage whose cultivation base

was higher than his own?

He hadn’t even been trying.

The power within this sword was truly immense. For a moment, he wondered if it was a bad idea to destroy it. Perhaps he should keep it. He could destroy all the demons. He could win the war all by himself.

‘No!’ he thought, quickly snapping out of the entranced state he was in. Distraught voices from below began creeping out in despair. The people who had been dead were silent, but the ones that had managed to live either by being at the edge of the attack or through some treasure were crying out in pain.

Steelmind looked toward them, knowing that he needed to help them. Even as those thoughts arose, he could see many of the people developing the same black veins as him, most fighting off the

corruption, but many succumbing to it.

And those that were corrupted were so much stronger than they ought to have been.

People flew out of the workshop immediately, many of the stronger folks beginning to clash with the corrupted people. Steelmind watched from the sky as a battle arose between dozens of people in

his workshop.

A battle that happened all because of one swing of his sword.

What would happen if this sword were to be taken to an actual battlefield? What would happen if someone were to attack the soldiers with it? Its corrupting nature would mean demons could annihilate themselves if they were corrupted. Its empowering nature meant humans could be corrupted before being thrown into a fight.

No one would win from this. Even well-intentioned folks would soon succumb to their darkest desires, only bringing tragedy wherever the sword went.

Those who were evil to begin with would destroy worlds.

‘Such a weapon cannot exist,’ he thought. ‘It should not exist!

Steelmind needed to destroy it, but the formation that melted it had long since been destroyed, and he could not hold on any longer. He needed a different way to destroy it.

But how?

He would need something powerful enough to destroy Celestials.

Something…

Steelmind slowly raised his head toward the west, watching the bright sun low in the sky, mere hours away from setting.

The sun. That was the answer.

He would have to throw the sword into the sun.

Steelmind wasted no time at all and immediately flew toward the

west, the corruption in his body burning his life to bring out power that he had never held before. It didn’t even take him an hour to cross the entire realm and leave the atmosphere, going out into space. He feared, even as he left, that because he could not let go of the sword, he might have to throw himself into the sun.