Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 658 - 426: Reforging

"Are you sure?" The voice of the Desolate Ancestor was devoid of any emotion, yet it seed like the final question.

"I am sure!" Xia Feng smiled, and this ti, his smile was especially carefree.

He had been tempted like this once before.

Back then, heading to the Vast Wilderness, the Chaos Martial Ancestor tempted him with the promise of reaching the Supre Realm, but he did not accept, insisting on reaching the Supre Realm on his own.

It was a difficult choice.

This ti, however, the choice was even harder.

The entanglent of the Ink Blade was a far greater pull than simply stepping into the Supre, and the benefits were more obvious.

Still, Xia Feng refused.

Looking at Liuyue in his hand, he smiled.

He thought of his own path in seeking the Dao, from weak to strong, Liuyue had always followed him.

They had been through so much together.

Xia Feng had not forgotten his original intention, nor had he forgotten the purpose of his journey, which was to help Liuyue break through that layer of shackles.

"Yin—"

A clear ringing of the blade echoed.

The sound ca from Liuyue.

What Liuyue conveyed was joy, emotion!

The bond between a man and his blade was sothing most present could hardly imagine.

"Yin—"

Another ringing, this ti from the Ink Blade!

It was angry, furious.

It had never been so enraged before.

It couldn’t imagine that it was being rejected.

That soone would choose a broken blade over it!

The Ink Blade also had its own consciousness, aware of its extraordinary and unique nature, so it was proud.

It had planned, once it broke the Desolate Ancestor’s seal, to transform the chosen one into a Knife Slave.

To its surprise, Xia Feng had never considered it in the first place.

Even sealed by the Desolate Ancestor’s mark, its rage still burst forth.

The target of this outburst was Liuyue.

It wanted to crush this broken blade to pieces!

Xia Feng noticed this and his expression changed slightly, but before he could react, Liuyue freed itself from his hand and turned into a streak of light, standing opposite the Ink Blade.

Liuyue wielded the years, but the Evil Qi of the Ink Blade still suppressed it directly.

"Yin—"

Series of blade rings.

The Ink Blade intensified the force of its Evil Qi.

Liuyue obviously struggled, the cracks on its blade body spreading continuously, even covering its entirety.

Soon, Liuyue showed a tendency to completely shatter.

Xia Feng was in a great rush, but Liuyue stopped him.

Liuyue wielded its own blade will, continuing to resist.

It was indeed weaker than the Ink Blade, much weaker, but it did not want its master to be shad because of itself.

The Ink Blade’s fury grew even thicker, Evil Qi and murderous intent released; this ti, the Desolate Ancestor’s mark flashed wildly, but was still partially breached by it.

At that mont, the entire Mountain of Inheritance witnessed the sky changing colors.

Even a Supre like the Lord of Silence was astonished.

Even without soone wielding it, this Ink Blade had the power to suppress the Supre on its own.

"Bang!"

At that mont, Liuyue could no longer hold on and was shattered into pieces by the Evil Qi, scattering throughout the Mountain of Inheritance.

Only a weak blade spirit remained standing before the Ink Blade.

Even with its body shattered, it did not give up.

The Ink Blade, seeing Liuyue reduced to such a state, did not hide its joy and its mockery.

Seeing this scene, everyone felt a profound shock.

Even the Desolate Ancestor was sowhat taken aback.

The Ink Blade then sought to utterly obliterate that blade spirit.

If the blade spirit vanished, Liuyue would be truly no more.

Xia Feng didn’t want to wait any longer; regardless of anything, he had to preserve Liuyue’s blade spirit.

Imdiately, the Desolate Ancestor seed to make a decision.

Just as the Ink Blade was about to strike, the Desolate Ancestor’s mark once again confined the Ink Blade with a cage, sealing its Evil Qi, preventing it from bursting out.

"Originally, I just wanted to find a new guardian for the Ink Blade, but now, it seems there’s no need." The Desolate Ancestor sighed lightly, reached out his hand, and took a spear into his grasp.

The spear was dark black throughout, but at its sharpest point, there were dark red lines.

Whether it was the Saint Emperor or the Supre, as soon as they laid eyes on it, they found their spirits shaken, as if beholding mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

The air of Evil Qi and murderous intent on this spear seed to be comparable to that of the Ink Blade, and in terms of killing, it was even superior to the Ink Blade.

"This spear of mine has no fancy na; I generally just call it the War Spear, easy to rember and fitting for a simple man like . During the Epoch, those other fellows would always mock for being bad at naming."

The Desolate Ancestor laughed, filled with rembrance.

"But to , the na doesn’t matter. I only know that it is my old companion in battle.

When I was weak, I relied on the Ink Blade to build a significant reputation for myself, but later, I also discovered the Ink Blade’s sinister nature; it wanted to control my mind.

So I sealed it away, and then I forged the War Spear myself."

"Compared to the Ink Blade, the War Spear has been with for a longer ti and has killed more enemies with . If I saw the Ink Blade as a mutually exploitative relationship, then the War Spear is my old buddy, always worthy of my trust."

"Originally, I wanted to disappear along with my old buddy in the river of ti, but now, I have changed my mind!"

The words of the Desolate Ancestor were low, yet full of strength.

In his hands, the spear trembled continuously, softly humming.

It seed to be expressing its will to the Desolate Ancestor.

The four Supres looked at the Desolate Ancestor, then at the War Spear, eyes filled with surprise.

Each of the seven ancestors from the beginning had their own legends.