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Suddenly, amidst a tremendous roar, the roof of the auction hall shattered, and a beam of brilliant golden light descended from the sky. This light was so gentle that even the incandescent light emitted by Long Haochen seemed less dazzling in its presence. Around the light, ethereal little angels, similar in size to Yating, revolved.

However, within this gentle light, everyone felt an inviolable majesty.

The Goddess of Light? Was he talking about the Goddess of Light? Divine power?

“Ding—”

A crisp cracking sound rang out. A crack first appeared at the hilt of the sword held by Long Haochen, quickly spreading upwards towards the circular gem at the tip.

“Puff—” All the blackness instantly turned to ashes. Then, the bead at the tip of the sword erupted with thousands of rays of light, greedily, even frantically absorbing all the light elements in the air.

Yes, it awakened. After a century of slumber, it finally awoke. The beam of light from the sky gradually subsided, but the light on the sword became increasingly intense.

The once dark sword body had transformed into a clear, transparent gold. The dull, dark cloud patterns now looked like real clouds, and the sword appeared as a dragon traversing those clouds.

The bead at the tip of the sword seemed to have come alive, overlooking the crowd from above Long Haochen’s head. Still without an edge or a point, the divine sword emitted a six-foot-long sword aura. In its breathing, this aura, despite lacking sharpness, seemed invincible.

The golden light gradually subsided, or at least the golden light emitted by Long Haochen himself was subsiding. He gazed at the restored divine sword with fond affection, his heart filled with joy. He could clearly feel that no matter how intense his light-attribute spiritual energy became, this heavy sword could easily withstand it. Especially the spirit bead at the tip of the sword, which, in its radiant breaths, even absorbed much of the Goddess of Light’s divine power he had previously drawn upon.

Legendary. Even without a sword spirit, this divine sword was still a legendary-grade divine sword, and at the peak of legendary. One could imagine how powerful it was in its prime.

“Miss Wei Yang, can you tell me its name now?”

Wei Yang stared blankly at the light emanating from the divine sword, oblivious to Long Haochen’s voice. She only snapped out of it after Feng Ling’er reminded her.

“Of course. Its name is: Lament of the Goddess of Light. My ancestor was Night Wushang, the Temple Master of the Warrior Temple two hundred years ago, known as the Sword God of Light.”

When she spoke the seven words “Lament of the Goddess of Light,” Wei Yang knew that her greatest secret could no longer be hidden. Because the fame of this divine sword was simply too great.

Lament of the Goddess of Light, hailed as a divine artifact that wasn’t. Two hundred years ago, the Knight Temple had two Divine Knights recognized by the God-Throne, but the number one melee expert among the six major temples of that generation was not one of them. Because, in the Warrior Temple, there was someone even stronger. That person was Night Wushang, the Sword God of Light.

Night Wushang loved swords from a young age. From the age of three, he had to sleep with a sword every night. He began learning the sword at the age of six. At nine, he entered the realm of spirit through the sword, and his spiritual power exploded, directly reaching the strength of a third-level Warrior. At eleven, he became a Great Warrior. By the time he was sixteen, he had broken through to the sixth level, becoming a War Zong. This record remains unbroken in the Warrior Temple to this day.

At the age of twenty-nine, Night Wushang broke through to the peak, entering the ninth level before the age of thirty, becoming the youngest War God in the history of the Warrior Temple.

In Night Wushang’s forty-seventh year, the Demon God Emperor personally led the Demon Clan army to attack the southeast fortress where the Warrior Temple was located. Night Wushang, the Sword God of Light, who was stationed at the southeast fortress, personally took action, fighting the Demon Clan for a day and a night, single-handedly slaying seven great Demon Gods on the battlefield of the southeast fortress.

Even the arrogant Demon God Emperor was moved, calling Night Wushang the strongest expert of the Temple Alliance in a thousand years.

In the end, the Demon God Emperor took the initiative to withdraw his troops, giving Night Wushang three days of rest. Three days later, in front of the southeast fortress, Night Wushang, the Sword God of Light, fought the Demon God Emperor. This battle lasted a day and a night. Ultimately, Night Wushang fell under the iron fist of the Demon God Emperor.

But his final blow also injured the Demon God Emperor.

That battle shook the heavens and the earth. In the end, the victorious Demon God Emperor bowed to Night Wushang, who, though dead, still stood tall, and then led the Demon Clan army to retreat. From then on, the Demon God Emperor did not appear on the battlefield with the Temple Alliance for a hundred years.

A generation of Sword Gods, creating an epic legend.

In the final battle, Night Wushang originally did not need to challenge the Demon God Emperor, because the Temple Alliance reinforcements had arrived, and the strongmen of the six major temples had gathered. Even if the Demon Clan launched a full-scale attack, they might not be able to take the southeast fortress.

However, Night Wushang insisted on fighting, alone with his sword, challenging the Demon God Emperor. His words were: “If humans want to defeat the Demon Clan, they must first defeat themselves. I am willing to face the Demon God Emperor on equal terms, and fight for the dignity of humanity.”

The glory that Night Wushang brought to the Warrior Temple was like the Child of Reincarnation to the Assassin Temple. To this day, in the center of the main hall of the Warrior Temple, there still stands a ten-meter-tall statue of the Sword God of Light. Above the statue, a plaque hangs, inscribed with four large characters: “A Sword in a Thousand Years.”

The divine sword, Lament of the Goddess of Light, was crafted by Night Wushang himself. Night Wushang’s use of the sword was solely focused on one thing.

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From the age of three, the sword he slept with, until the sword he used when he broke through the sixth level at the age of sixteen, there were a total of five swords. He melted these five swords into one furnace, constantly tempering them with his body and mind, and merging them with his spirit. He had them drink the blood of the Demon Clan, and absorb the essence of heaven, earth, sun, and moon. Transforming hundreds of metals into sharpness, it took thirty years to finally create this sword.

On the day the sword was completed, the miracle of the Goddess of Light descended, and the bead at the tip of the sword appeared. Finally, this sword was named: Lament of the Goddess of Light.

It was with this sword that Night Wushang, the Sword God of Light, slew seven great Demon Gods and clashed head-on with the Demon God Emperor.

Unfortunately, this divine sword fell along with Night Wushang only a year after it was forged. On that day, the entire southeast fortress wept, and the Temple Alliance Master of that generation lamented and grieved, personally writing the words “A Sword in a Thousand Years” in the Assassin Temple.

Therefore, when Long Haochen heard the seven words “Lament of the Goddess of Light,” the shock in his heart was unimaginable. He never expected that the sword in his hand was this legendary sword. Even if the divine sword only had its shell left, its significance was still great.

Holding the heavy sword in front of him, Long Haochen gently stroked the cloud patterns on the blade that had been hammered thousands of times. His mood surged with it, as if he had gone to that former battlefield, accompanying Night Wushang, the Sword God of Light, in battle.

Under his stroking, the Lament of the Goddess of Light actually emitted a joyful, slight hum, seemingly excited for its rebirth.

Holding the sword with both hands, Long Haochen handed it to Wei Yang, “Miss Wei Yang, please keep the divine sword.”

Wei Yang did not take it, but looked at Long Haochen with burning eyes, “If you don’t have enough gold coins, you can owe it first. I always keep my word. You allowed the divine sword to regain its light, you are its new master.”

Long Haochen silently shook his head, “No. To measure this divine sword with money is a blasphemy against it. I just hope it can regain its light. This divine sword is of great significance, and cannot be described with the word ‘precious’. It should belong to you, or the Warrior Temple.”

Wei Yang sighed softly, “Do you think, is there anyone else who can pick up this divine sword? The moment you unlocked its seal, you were already its new master. Divine swords have spirits, even if the sword soul is not there, it is definitely not something that ordinary people like me can use. Look.”

As she spoke, she raised her slender hand and gently placed it on the sword body. The moment her fingers touched the sword body, a strong hum rang out, and Wei Yang was not only knocked back, but also pushed away by a strong light-attribute energy.

Long Haochen was stunned, “Divine swords have spirits, truly divine swords have spirits!” The hand holding the hilt could not help but tighten. How could he not like this divine sword? Even more shocking to him was the spirit of the Sword God of Light attached to this divine sword.

Wei Yang looked at the Lament of the Goddess of Light reluctantly, and said softly, “Can you tell me your name?”

Long Haochen silently nodded, “My name is Long Haochen. The leader of the 21st-level Demon Hunt Squad.” His voice was constrained by spiritual power, and only Wei Yang could hear it.

Wei Yang pointed to the back, “Leave quickly. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely come to visit.”

Yes, Long Haochen had to leave. The appearance of the Lament of the Goddess of Light had made the bidders participating in this auction go crazy. After a brief stagnation, the entire auction house had become somewhat chaotic.

The doors of the VIP rooms had opened, and people had come out, all looking eagerly at the divine sword in Long Haochen’s hand. Some even directly quoted astronomical prices.

Just as Long Haochen was about to put away the Lament of the Goddess of Light in order to leave, as soon as the thought moved, a golden light shone in his hand, and the divine sword had turned into a golden light and merged into his right hand. The next moment, Long Haochen flashed and had already left the auction hall through the back door.

The bidders were unwilling, especially those in the VIP rooms. One of the strongmen took a step and stepped onto the auction stage. The tyrannical aura caused the entire auction stage to creak.

However, before he could speak, a terrifying pressure suddenly surged from all directions. The strongman who had stepped onto the auction stage was already an eighth-level cultivator, but facing this pressure, his face changed greatly, and he jumped off the stage in a backward leap.

A low voice resounded throughout the audience, “Who wants to challenge the authority of the Alliance? This is a place for fair bidding, not a place for forceful seizure. Today’s auction has ended, you may leave. Any further reckless action will be killed without mercy.”

(To be continued)

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