'It's done! I wonder what kind of Treasure Pattern will appear this time? And what will the Bloodthirsty Sword look like now that its spirit has formed?'
Yang Xiao's face was filled with excitement and anticipation.
He watched the Bloodthirsty Sword, radiating a mysterious cyan light, as it danced before his eyes, allowing that profound power from between heaven and earth to pour into it.
Gradually, mysterious patterns began to appear on the blade.
Devour.
Vibration.
Illusion.
The three great characteristics converged.
Forming the first Treasure Pattern.
"Celestial Demon Force Field?"
The moment the Treasure Pattern formed, Yang Xiao, as the Bloodthirsty Sword's master, received a message—information from the sword itself.
His expression froze for a moment.
'What is this Celestial Demon Force Field? What does it do?'
The thought had barely crossed his mind.
The Bloodthirsty Sword emitted a hazy cyan brilliance.
The moment this brilliance appeared,
