The Universe Is Innately Just 198 Gathering Of Strength Part Five

His hand moved, and the tiny sword he received as a gift appeared in the palm of his hand. His eyes opened slightly in surprise, and he couldn't help but send the object back in the spatial pocket. He repeated the action and was mildly surprised by the fact that the range he could draw items from his spatial pocket grew.

When taking out the tiny sword, he had thought about it first, but before he even had the time to approach the s.p.a.ce between his eyebrows. The tiny sword had appeared in an instant inside of the grasp of his hand.

He circled part of his will and swiftly understood the reason for the progress. His soul cultivation had broken through the last hurdle and had swiftly advanced to the peak of the first realm. Now from the three cultivation systems, he trained in, only his body was lacking and was still a little bit far from the peak.

"I guess that acceptance is a matter of the soul. Well, coming up on term with my own future death has its benefits.", he joked as a self-deprecating grin appeared on his lips.

He gazed at the tiny sword in his hand and began minutely studying its surface. His fingertips drew a line on its small surface, and he felt every nook and cranny of the sword's area. He soon came to notice the many runic symbols and characters drawn along the blade, and before long didn't find anything else except those symbols.

His fingertips moved on the tiny inscription, and he drew the symbols in his thoughts. It was the only method he knew, and due to that fact, he was utterly ludicrous to the many characters on the sword. He could only try and draw those symbols in his mind and see if there would be any effect like with the spatial scripture.

The first attempt ended a failure as he wasn't accustomed to the symbols on the sword. And before long, after dozens of minutes of time and trial, he managed to draw an identical character. The many lines and curves were identical to the point where he was even proud of his progress with drawing symbols in his sea of thoughts.

But his expression turned ugly after time pa.s.sed, and he was pained to see that his efforts were in vain and that there were no changes that happened. "Let's try and see how the sword reacts with my cultivation bases."

The moment that thought appeared in his mind, his hand grasped the sword tighter, and a flood of will came crashing down on the tiny sword. The pressure surrounding his hand grew, and before long creaking and eerie screeches escaped from the bladed weapon. His eye lit up, and he sent even more will washing down on the mini sword.

Then, he suddenly stopped and noticed that there was no change to the sword, and his will would only cause the material of the sword to creak. He stopped his reckless act and thanked the many divinities that the weapon hadn't turned into bits during the waves of will.

"I guess my soul cultivation won't do the job. Time to try with my body and energy.", and the moment he thought about it. He executed himself, and wisps of liquid energy flew out of his dantian. His refined Heaven and Earth energy coursed through his meridians, moving along many pathways in his torso, the wisps of energy arrived in the meridians in his arms. And before long, a wisp of golden-colored energy flew out of his finger tips and fell on the tiny sword.

Sparks of lightning appeared in the air around his hand. They drew many colorful arcs as they followed the drop of energy toward the sword. The moment the drop of liquid energy touched the sword, it disappeared in an instant and was swiftly absorbed by the tiny artifact.

Fell waited for a few seconds, and an annoyed expression flashed on his eyes. There was no change in the sword-shaped artifact, and just as he resigned himself to use the weapon purely with his physical strength. A change happened in the many sword's surfaces, and more than half of the scripture in it lit up in a golden colored light.

A spark appeared around his sword, and it weakly yet firmly took up the air. It vibrated and shook with difficulty, but still managed to maintain itself in midair. A surprised look flashed on Fell's eyes, and he couldn't help but try to control the sword with his thoughts, but it was to no avail, and the sword simply kept hovering in front of his face.

After a few seconds pa.s.sed, it weakly fell back on his lap and recovered its previous appearance. The sparks had disappeared, and the golden-colored glow of the symbol left as fast as it appeared. "So it does use heaven and earth energy as fuel, but how the h.e.l.l do I control its flight?", he thought before falling in deep thoughts for an extended period of time.

"Well, I can't see any other solution that testing it with my blood now.", he raised a sliver of cloth from his arm. He took out Soldier's Fortune from his spatial pocket, before cutting open a tiny gash on his forearm. Even with the density and resiliency of his physique, with a sword coated by his sword intent, it was still a piece of cake to get injured himself.

He wrapped his will around a drop of blood and carefully controlled it. The drop of blood flew out of his arm and began moving toward the tiny sword in front of him. The moment the drop of blood made contact with the tiny sword, it swiftly disappeared from its surface. And the entirety of the scripture on the sword lit up with an azure colored glow.

With that, appeared a long line of explanation about the artifact's usage in Fell's mind.