Just after I kowtowed three times to the stone tablet carved by my grandfather, a strange scene happened.

From the front of the stele, a light suddenly bloomed, so bright that I couldn't open my eyes, so I had to block it with my arm.

This light was bright to the extreme, and then it quickly faded down, and I squinted my eyes to take a closer look, this light was purple light, and the surrounding Qi field was constantly fluctuating between the flow of brilliance, which made my heart surge.

The light could not be said to be dim, but was retracted, and quickly converged towards a node, right in front of the stone tablet.

I looked at the purple point of light for a moment, and it wasn't until it wasn't so dazzling that I could see the thing, the purple glow that was actually a sword hilt exposed.

I slowly got up from the ground and walked in the direction of the hilt, each step very slowly, and a thought rose in my mind to pull the sword out.

Yes, I don't know why I had this idea, but right now, the hilt seemed to have some kind of magic that had been drawing me to go over and pull it out.

Three paces away, I was quickly in front of the hilt.

Half-kneeling, I reached out with one hand to the hilt of the shining sword, and grabbed it suddenly.

The moment my hand made contact with the hilt of the sword, a majestic aura full of endless spiritual power instantly spread throughout my body, making my whole body tremble with excitement.

A feeling arose that this sword should be mine, and I must pull it out.

I was stunned for a while, I have been feeling the breath conveyed from the hilt of this sword, the majestic power crisscrossing the hilt, and even when my hand holds the hilt, I can feel that the hilt is also responding to me fiercely, and it is also trembling slightly.

It's mine, so I should pull it out.

I shouted, both hands were on the hilt of the sword, and at the same time, I mobilized all the spiritual power in the sea of dantian qi, poured it between my hands, and pulled it up violently.

The sword was deeply embedded in the stone crevices, buried deeply.

I used all my strength to feed, and some cobweb-like cracks appeared in the rocks on the ground.

However, the sword was still embedded in the stone crevice, and it could not be pulled out at all.

Despite this, I didn't give up, I rested for a while, I took a few deep breaths, and once again mobilized the spiritual power in the dantian qi sea, making it run wildly, and even did not hesitate to release some of the resentment in the dantian qi sea.

It's another big drink.

I put my hands on again, my back hunched, my face flushed, and I felt like I was about to drip blood.

This time, I heard a "click" from the stone that held the sword tightly together, and the sword began to be pulled out of the crack in the stone little by little.

I knelt on one knee to bent my legs, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the sword was peeled off inch by inch, and I also saw the purple light flickering on the sword, and as the purple light flowed, runes began to flash on the sword body, reflecting in my mind.

It took me five or six minutes to draw most of the sword.

Finally, with a crisp sound, the sword was finally pulled out by me.

When the sword was completely off the ground, I didn't know if I was hallucinating, as if I heard the sound of a dragon roaring in my head or in my ears.

Domineering.

The force was a little too great, and when the sword was fully drawn, I staggered back several steps, and suddenly I didn't stand firmly, and fell directly to the ground.

It hurt, but I didn't care, I was full of joy at the moment, and all my attention was focused on the sword.

The first impression of this sword was that it was nothing, as if it was transparent, but the runes on the blade of the sword kept circulating, faintly forming a dragon-like pattern with teeth and claws.

The purple brilliance flowed, and I was covered in a layer of purple.

I don't know how long it took, but the light of the sword gradually dimmed, and then, the entire sword body let out a slight buzz, which caught me off guard, and the sword suddenly turned into a light the size of a little thumb, and it hit the palm of my right hand.

It felt like being burned by a piece of red-hot Luo Tie, and I couldn't help but let out a muffled snort in pain.

It didn't matter if it hurt, the point was that the sword I had spent so much effort pulling out of the crack in the stone was gone.

I watched as it turned into a ray of light and flew into the palm of my hand.

I scanned around in a daze, but I couldn't find the sword, and finally my gaze fell on the palm of my right hand.

After taking a closer look, I couldn't help but be surprised again, and suddenly in the palm of my hand there was a small sword like a tattoo, this small sword was purple, the size of my little thumb.

Strange things happen every year, and this year is especially big.

Ever since I entered the bottom of this Broken Soul Cliff, I have seen so much of the incredible.

The most bizarre thing is this one, the sword suddenly disappeared and got into the palm of my hand, what is the situation?

Just when I was puzzled, I felt that the Qi field in the entire stone chamber fluctuated again, and the stone tablet in front of me lit up again, first a layer of runes floating, and then the runes twisted for a while, turning into a few lines of words.

It was only when I read those words that I finally understood.

Ancestor explained to me on the stone tablet, the general meaning is that this sword is used as an introduction to his seven-star Longyuan sword, and the sword soul planted here is a copy of its seven-star Longyuan sword, and this sword soul has been planted here for more than a hundred years, nourished by the aura here, and it is already very powerful, and the most important point is that the ancestor grandfather transferred a power sealed in the seven-star Longyuan sword to the sword soul.

In other words, his Seven-Star Dragon Yuan Sword was still on his body, but the essence of the sword was all transferred to the sword soul.

In addition, the ancestor grandfather also told me how to control the sword soul, this sword has been integrated with me, the sword is in the person, the person dies and the sword dies.

When I had read all the handwriting on the tombstone, the words on the tombstone gradually dimmed and finally dissipated into nothingness.

The stele is still a stele, as if nothing has happened, but there is already an extra sword soul in my palm.