"Tianfan, I tried to identify the owner of this sword for a long time, but I couldn't identify it. It seems that it has no destiny for me.

I’ll leave it to you to study it.”

As Empress Tianxiao said, she threw the second-level sword of transcendence back to Ling Tianfan.

Then, she left the battleship room and found a place to retreat by herself.

"Don't disturb me if it's okay.

I’ll go into seclusion and meditate first.”

she said.

Although her body is a clone, the clone's understanding can be connected with the original body's understanding at any time. The most wonderful thing is the secret of the Altar of Destiny. The original body and herself are one.

The clone here absorbs the source of destiny breath and can be sent back to the original body.

When Ling Tianfan saw this, he didn't say anything and had no choice but to take the second-level sword of transcendence.

"What's so strange about it?

Why do the four leaders of the You organization focus on this sword?"

Ling Tianfan thought secretly in his heart.

The other party is a detached person, so it is difficult for Ling Tianfan to deduce and calculate the cause and effect of the other party.

But there must be a reason why the other party wants to snatch it at all costs.

While he continued to use the Altar of Destiny to refine the fragments of the Treasure of Transcendence, he continued to study the Sword of Transcendence.

Before he recognized his master, he could not pull the sword out of its scabbard.

Of course, he also tried to infuse his origin into this sword, trying to forcefully recognize its owner, but he couldn't.

At this point, the weapon of transcendence is not as good as the treasure of the supreme law.

Because the weapon of transcendence is refined by a powerful person with transcendence, it contains too many personal restrictions set by the powerful person. If it does not meet these restrictions, it will be difficult to refine it.

It will take more than ten years to fly from here to that piece of Tianhun polar land.

Ling Tianfan was patient and studied slowly.

I don't know how long it took.

On this day, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Ling Tianfan's mind, and he was as blessed as his soul.

"Could it be that this transcendent weapon and this ancient scabbard are two different magic weapons?"

Such a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

He has always believed that this simple scabbard is an accessory of this transcendent sword.

Because they really look like one.

Therefore, Ling Tianfan now has a different idea.

His Taoist thoughts quietly penetrated into the simple scabbard of the sword.

The space inside the simple scabbard was completely silent, without any formations, as if it was integrated with the second-order low-grade transcendental sword with its full handle.

But Ling Tianfan, with his half-step fortune-telling wise man's keen perception, still discovered a trace of unwilling cause and effect.

He slowly unraveled the cocoon and understood it.

"Sure enough, they are not one body."

His eyes flickered, as if he grasped some secret of this ancient scabbard.

He injected the essence into the simple scabbard.

No response.

Then, Ling Tianfan tried to integrate the source of life energy into his Tao realm source and inject it into it.

Still no response.

"Am I thinking wrong?"

Ling Tianfan always felt that he had overlooked something.

"Try this!"

Gritting his teeth, Ling Tianfan took out the mysterious metallic liquid.

Drop by drop, it blends into the origin of his Tao realm and is instilled into the simple scabbard.

"There's a reaction!"

Ling Tianfan trembled all over, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

The entire originally dead and simple scabbard was like a desert that had dried up for countless millions of years.

The origin of the Tao realm that was blended into the mysterious metallic liquid began to penetrate into this ancient scabbard.

It was slow at first.

The simple scabbard does not swallow Ling Tianfan's Dao realm origin, but only swallows the mysterious metallic liquid integrated into it.

However, in the process, a trace of Ling Tianfan's Dao realm origin was swallowed up.

"The ancient scabbard and the sword of transcendence are indeed not one! In fact, the ancient scabbard is the master, and the second-level sword of transcendence is the guest! The ancient scabbard is devouring the origin of the second-level sword of transcendence!"

Ling Tianfan quickly figured out the secret between this ancient scabbard and the sword of transcendence.

To be precise, it should be the relationship between the host and the host, the devourer and the devoured.

"So, the real purpose of the four leaders of the Nayou organization is to come for this ancient scabbard!"

Ling Tianfan was almost certain.

I don’t know what this mysterious metallic liquid is. Anyway, this ancient scabbard needs mysterious metallic liquid.

Drop after drop.

While the ancient scabbard swallowed up the metallic liquid, it also swallowed up a trace of the Taoist origin that Ling Tianfan integrated into it.

A little adds up to a lot.

Gradually, Ling Tianfan made some kind of connection with this simple scabbard.

This kind of connection is just closeness, not recognition.

It's more like this ancient scabbard has found a new host that can provide it with energy.

It has no consciousness of life.

It's all based on instinct.

This point is similar to the Blood Sword Order mark at this moment.

Perhaps this ancient scabbard once had consciousness, but for some reason, its consciousness collapsed, leaving only a broken body.

At this moment, it absorbs the mysterious metallic liquid, which is instinctively restoring its body.

While this ancient scabbard is swallowing the mysterious metallic liquid, the second-level low-grade sword of transcendence inserted in its scabbard can finally be pulled out.

Ling Tianfan pulled it out.

This moment.

Under the hilt of the sword, the sword blade inserted into the scabbard was completely swallowed up by the simple scabbard, leaving only a piece of scrap metal.

"No wonder this second-level low-grade transcendental sword cannot recognize its owner. It turns out to be damaged."

Ling Tianfan smiled bitterly.

At the same time, he was even more curious about what this ancient scabbard was.

It can actually swallow even the second-order low-grade Sword of Transcendence.

"Eh?

Isn’t this similar to the mark of the Blood Sword Order?”

His eyes narrowed.

The Blood Sword Order Mark can also swallow the fragments of the Treasure of Transcendence and extract the mysterious metallic liquid from them.

On the contrary, this ancient scabbard requires this mysterious metallic liquid.

From this point of view, the two seem to have a complementary relationship.

"Does it really matter?"

Ling Tianfan thought wildly, and even he was shocked.

Unfortunately, neither the Blood Sword Order mark nor the simple scabbard is conscious at the moment, nor can it communicate with him and give him answers.

Ling Tianfan has refined so many fragments of the Treasure of Transcendence, and there is a large amount of mysterious metallic liquid stored in the Altar of Destiny.

But this simple scabbard is like a bottomless pit.

No matter how much mysterious metallic liquid enters its body, it is like a mud cow entering the sea, unable to satisfy it.

However, changes have also taken place inside the ancient scabbard.

What was originally a dead silence, at this moment, slowly begins to regain a trace of life.

It looks like the way of the sword but not the way of the sword, it looks like time but not time, it looks like a seal but not a seal! "The breath of destiny...?"

No...that's not right! It's not the breath of fate, it's more like the breath of some kind of fateful secret!"

Ling Tianfan was completely shocked.

Logically speaking, fortune-telling is a technique that belongs to one's own destiny and can be learned by understanding the laws of destiny. It cannot be taught.

Even if you teach it, others will not be able to understand it.

But the mysterious aura emanating from the simple scabbard at this moment is like the aura of the profound meaning of fate that can be felt by others.

This point somewhat subverted Ling Tianfan's understanding of fate magic.
Chapter completed!