At the place where the Annihilation Sword fell, at the core of the ancient rune's imprint, besides his newly reborn body, something else remained.
It was a broken sword hilt!
It was the hilt of the golden Ancient Sword previously used by the ancient will to carry its intent!
At this moment, the golden glow on this sword hilt was dim, covered in cracks, as if it could shatter completely at any time.
However, under the gaze of this "newborn" presence, the broken sword hilt suddenly trembled gently.
As if in response!
"Not enough yet."
The "newborn" presence whispered softly.
His gaze slowly swept across the entire trembling Sword Tomb Space.
Sweeping past the countless Ancient Swords that were humming.
Sweeping past the ancient and terrifying aura seeming to awaken deep underground.
Finally, his gaze settled on his own chest.
The chaotic heart throbbing and merging with golden light, darkness, and Sword Intent!
"With my blood, forge my path."
