The Story Never Ends

Deep inside the pool, Davion and Siena were intently gazing at the sword that was levitating by itself in front of them. Currently, the devil was integrating and becoming one with the sword.

A whirlpool was formed above it as the aura of heavens and earth was being frantically sucked into it. The runes gradually glowed and overbearing pressure was unleashed from it, but it suddenly died down in a couple of seconds.

"Did it fail?" Davion frowned.

"No. I succeeded." The sword circled him as the devil inside spoke.

"However, my cultivation is very weak at the moment, making it impossible to have complete control over this sword. So, I can only store the aura of heavens and earth to make the sword comparable to a higher-grade spiritual artifact." He explained.

"Humm, does this mean that you should first recover your cultivation base for the sword to become a fairy artifact?" Davion asked.

"Of course. But being a devil, I can only take in the devil essence to recover which I cannot accomplish in this world." The devil told his problems.

"Are you hinting at me to take you to the Devil World?" Davion had a solemn look on his face.

The devil world was the cruelest place where one devoured the other to survive. There were no rules and all devils had their own territories, following the law of the jungle. It was extremely dangerous and not suitable for a human to visit.

On top of that, various sources and information indicated that the headquarters of the Heavenly Demon Sect lay in the Devil World. The perfect example was Devil Emperor Conard. So, even with his current strength, Davion didn't dare to go there.

"Yes. There I can reach the late stage of the Domain Realm as fast as possible, and we can return immediately thereafter." The devil answered.

"Isn't it better to break all the way through to the Saint Realm after taking all that trouble?" Davion was puzzled.

"It isn't possible because he can't sense laws unless you reach that stage first. You both are bound to each other, and he is restricted by your cultivation base." Siena, who had been silent for a while, interjected as she continued.

"Don't you find it strange why despite my powerful background, I'm not using a sword that contains a Saint soul?" She fiddled her sword, showing it to him.

"I see." Davion somewhat understood what she was referring to. The reason why her sword's soul was childish instead of an old expert. The cultivation of her sword must have been restricted by her.

As for using a fairy artifact containing a Saint's soul, it was impractical for her. It was due to the fact that she won't be able to refine it and execute its true power. She could only forcibly utilize it by expending an excessive amount of her soul Qi.

Her armor-type fairy artifact should be of a similar category; an artifact containing a powerful soul. That's why she looked tired and devoid of energy after mobilizing it once, he thought.

"As expected of a phoenix, you are quite knowledgeable." The devil praised her.

"It's nothing. Besides, will the sword remain the same if its soul is changed? Especially, when you are a totally different life form." She questioned him coldly as he wasn't trustworthy.

"It should change and gain devil properties. I believe it will be slightly stronger than earlier." The devil guessed.

Although he was someone who stood at the top of the world, he had never seen or heard of a saint taking possession of a fairy artifact. So, he could only speculate and put forward his theory.

"It sounds good. But won't it be useless for a human like him?" Siena asked. It was like gifting a spiritual artifact to a mortal who didn't have a single trace of Qi.

"Yeah. I forgot that. Nonetheless, when he breaks into the Venerable Stage, runes which I comprehended might be inscribed on the sword as well, promoting it into a whole new level." The devil thought for a while before replying.

"Haha, then it means that you are definitely fated with me." Davion loudly laughed with excitement written all over his face.

"Why?" Both of them were confused.

Davion shook his head and lifted his palm, producing a ball of pure brown devil essence.

"My God! Don't tell me your holy physique can manipulate every energy under heavens and earth?" Siena cried out in disbelief.

"What the hell!" Listening to Siena, the devil was shell-shocked. Are geniuses in this age this terrifying? How can such an overpowered holy physique exist?

"I always lacked a weapon that could put both of my energies to use. And now, I seem to finally get one." Davion withdrew his palm and smiled.

"Time to refine you." Davion grabbed the sword and slid his thumb on its sharp edge.

By injecting tones of his soul Qi along with his blood, he refined the sword in the blink of an eye, surprising them again.

"Damn! What powerful blood. It is comparable to a Devil Sovereign's. It looks like he is a body cultivator." The devil was starting to understand how frightening his master was.

"Perhaps following him might not be a bad choice." The devil murmured. He, himself, couldn't believe how shameful his thoughts were. He had thrown away the pride of a Saint.

"This feeling…" Different from the time when he refined the middle-grade and higher-grade artifacts, Davion felt a different sensation when he finished refining it. It was like he had another soul floating outside.

"Enter." The moment he said this, the sword automatically cut through the water and disappeared into his dantian.

"Fuck! Is this his soul?" Witnessing the humongous soul that was emitting a majestic aura made the devil petrified. He wanted to drop to his knees and worship him.

"How can it be?" This feeling was getting more intense and intense as time passed. How can his willpower that he had tempered for thousands of years scumbag to this?

"Whoosh!"

Abruptly, the eyes of the soul opened wide open, and it glared at the devil.

"We will be working together from now on. So, what should I call you?" Davion's calm voice sounded from the soul.

"Master, it's Malcolm." The devil politely introduced himself as he accepted his new identity.

"As a Saint from thousands of years ago, you must have a huge amount of wealth, don't you?" Davion inquired with a straight face.

"Greedy Bastard." The devil thought inwardly. Anyways, he didn't show it outside and hurriedly replied, "I have. But we can't access them at present."

"Why?" Davion looked displeased, thinking that he was lying.

"Once we become a Venerable Expert, we store our items by creating an independent space in the void. All of my wealth should still be there." Malcolm explained.

"Is that so? What a pity!" Davion nodded in disappointment.

"But the Human Saint who sealed me has left his inheritance under my physical body. Maybe you can find something good there." Malcolm remembered that scene clearly.

"Good! If your words are true, I will take you to the Devil World at once." Davion declared arrogantly and closed his eyes, returning to his physical self.

"Phew, it's difficult to act like this." Malcolm sighed and began observing the space. There he saw a pure seed of devil essence and decided to cultivate here.

"Even though it is way slower to progress here, it is better than nothing." The sword reached above the seed and started steadily absorbing it.

Meanwhile, Davion and Siena were observing the devil's skeleton keenly.

"Does this skeleton have any uses?" He asked.

"How can the bones of a Saint be of no use? It can be used to peer into the laws like saint crystals and even make fairy artifacts. Although most of its power has dissipated due to the sword, it is still precious." She spoke.

"Then we can surely fetch a good price for it." Davion slapped the skeleton, sending it straight to his lamp.

Next, they saw a tiny spirit ring full of cracks and dirt lying on the floor.

"Is this it?" Davion was puzzled. How can a Saint having enormous strength leave his inheritance in such a poor manner? The same went for Siena too.

It was simply impossible. But if they knew the true history of this place, they wouldn't have this thought. It was because, after the final battle with the ancestral devil, the Human Saint became a mortal with no strength.

So, leaving his inheritance in a grand manner was out of the question. Moreover, he didn't even have the strength to open up his independent space to leave his actual heritage.

Thus, he plainly left a spirit ring that he was wearing on his finger at that time. Despite this, the wealth contained in it was not to be underestimated, and Davion's reaction proved it.

"Wow! This is really his inheritance.. There are a lot of higher-grade spirit stones, talismans, pills, magnificent chariot, secret spells, and sword techniques."

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