It was no wonder the Heavenly Dao refused to believe it. Jing Ke had searched around the Earth for thousands of years, and even Sikong Jiu himself had secretly looked for it, but neither of them had found the slightest clue. How long had Xu Lai been on Earth? A year? Half a year? And yet, he was claiming the key was in his hands. Sikong Jiu felt his heart race, reeling from the immense shock. In his mind, this ninth key should have been found by him.
CLANG.
Xu Lai tossed the No Righteous Sword. Three inches of its blade sank into the ground, its body swallowing the Heavenly Dao's gaze like an abyss. It was densely covered with rust that looked like written characters, as if it had just been picked up from an abandoned construction site. That was the Cloud Water Rust.
"This sword is… the No Righteous Sword? It's actually the key!"
