I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1309: Sword of the Deity
Previously on I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God...
Yi Feng felt deeply annoyed at being wrongly blamed by the elder, yet the listeners around him became increasingly thrilled as the words sank in.
Within the lightless depths of the Prison Suppressing Demons, they had at last encountered a glimmer of escape. Their pent-up eagerness could no longer be contained, so even before Yi Feng had a chance to utter a word, every pair of eyes fixed longingly on Old Guo.
Old Guo brimmed with optimism, his features reflecting a proud "the student surpasses the master" satisfaction.
"This young friend's aura remains profoundly concealed. I myself fail to gauge its true extent, and I suspect you all face the same challenge, don't you?"
A few elderly women bobbed their heads vigorously, voicing their assent in unison.
"That's correct."
"Young friend Yi's aura defies comprehension. This old body feels humbled by my own limitations."
"Old Guo, are you suggesting...?"
Tree Venerable appeared to have realized a sudden insight, the astonishment in his gaze sharpening further!
Old Guo gave a deliberate nod, caressing his beard while his eyes narrowed thoughtfully."Mmm."
This young friend possesses a remarkable aura. The fact that it evades our scrutiny indicates he comes from no common lineage. His heritage must run deep, originating from some mighty ancient family on a lesser celestial body.
“Though we remain unclear on why this young friend ended up confined in this domain as well, given his origins, his groundwork is surely as unshakeable as stone. His cultivation base has clearly been forged through countless refinements, free of any imperfections!”
The commendations escalated in intensity, leaving the other elders staring wide-eyed in disbelief.
Gazes converged on Yi Feng anew, now tinged with sudden enlightenment. It was as if they had all seized upon the crucial element, their breaths quickening with mounting thrill!
Old Guo's demeanor turned even graver, his eyes alight with anticipation.
This young friend's groundwork and essence are flawless. He hasn't lingered long in the Prison Suppressing Demons and thus escaped the corrosion of endless time. His Dao heart and edge stay intact. Those starry eyes burn with unyielding vigor; he embodies a supreme heavenly blade all on his own!
“Undeniably, he stands as the ideal inheritor for the 'Divine Sword'!”
At these words, the other elders jolted with shock, their eyes flashing wildly!
"Ah, that explains it!"
"The Divine Sword!"
"Young friend Yi truly represents the divine gift of hope to us all!"
Though they had harbored high hopes before, Old Guo's direct declaration still stunned them, flushing their cheeks with heightened elation and delight, laced with a touch of jealous admiration.
Yet.
Beneath the intense scrutiny of the assembly, Yi Feng grew only more puzzled.
He wasn't some delicate girl, but being ogled so passionately by these elders, who chattered with rising fervor, sent shivers down his spine. Their fervent outbursts left him completely at a loss.
He lingered in stunned silence for several moments, his expression brimming with bewilderment.
"What exactly are you all discussing? And what's this Divine Sword about?"
Tree Venerable and the rest shook off their trance at his question, launching into an animated explanation.
“Young friend Yi, this marks your destined fortune, and ours as well!”
"Young friend, perhaps you're unaware, but the Divine Sword represents Old Guo's ultimate sword method. This technique transcends all realms. Mastering it to perfection allows one to shake the heavens and earth, stirring deities and spirits alike!"
"Should young friend grasp the Divine Sword, you could shatter the Prison Suppressing Demons, free us from captivity, and your prospects would know no bounds!"
...
Following this impassioned rundown, the elders' faces glowed with fervor.
Yi Feng finally pieced together the essence of their words.
Thus, these elders aimed to pass on this fabled Divine Sword to him, intending to leverage the moment to rupture the Prison Suppressing Demons. It made sense now why he had become their beacon of salvation.
His scheme to stir up chaos hadn't even begun, only for him to draw their attention first.
What sort of bizarre twist was this...
He offered an uneasy nod, rendered entirely wordless.
"Well, this..."
Sensing Old Guo's admiring stare, he felt his discomfort and powerlessness swell.
Though this elder exuded considerable stature, evidently a leading authority even amid the Prison Suppressing Demons, with eyes etched by time's trials yet radiating a noble poise—as though he truly commanded something profound—this was a weight Yi Feng simply couldn't shoulder!
Suppose...
If he actually succeeded in breaching the Prison Suppressing Demons, wouldn't that unleash all the unseen demons and phantoms lurking within?
Then who would he have to battle?
Furthermore, if this sword method proved so overwhelmingly potent, how had they remained imprisoned here?
Likely just empty praise.
The deeper he pondered, the more dubious it appeared. Left with no alternative, Yi Feng steeled himself to voice his thoughts.
You've all got it wrong. I don't hail from any prestigious lineage. I'm merely a commonplace cultivator from a mundane world, nothing special at all. How could I match the greatness you imagine?
This Divine Sword... I fear I can't master it. You ought to seek another. Since Old Guo possesses the Divine Sword, why doesn't he simply cleave through the Prison Suppressing Demons on his own? Why insist on handing it to me?
As the proverb states, one mustn't claim undeserved honors.
No matter the motive, receiving a sword technique without cause unsettled Yi Feng somewhat. Even if it meant crushing these elders' dreams, he needed to reveal the reality.
Besides, absorbing another's sword method would bind him closer to these folks. How then could he provoke conflict and court demise later?
In any case, Yi Feng had no option but to refuse.
With his declaration hanging in the air.
The grins on their faces turned strained indeed. They glanced among themselves, faces clouding with bewilderment.
"Not from a prestigious lineage?"
"A cultivator from a mundane world?"
"That can't be..."
Even the enigmatic Old Guo's eyes took on a grave cast.
The once-vibrant mood plunged into hush. Tension thickened the air. The gathering traded subdued looks, then turned back to Yi Feng, their stares layered with unease.
That spark of promise, freshly kindled, faded into shadow.
Still, these elders were far from common souls. Though the setback stung deeply, it wouldn't shatter their resolve. They soon regrouped, diving into hushed debate.
"Have we erred in our assessment? That seems unlikely."
"True enough. Young friend Yi's aura eludes us; he's certainly no average youth!"
“No matter his roots, his exceptional groundwork remains undeniable!”
Precisely. A legend's birth matters little. This young friend is without question the prime heir to the Divine Sword!
After mere moments of deliberation, the elderly women's eyes hardened once more.
They directed their attention intently, silently pressing Old Guo for his decisive stance.
Old Guo mirrored their determination, clutching his staff with unyielding grip.
"Your points are well-taken."
“Background aside, young friend Yi remains the optimal choice for the Divine Sword. None in the Prison Suppressing Demons rivals him. Across these myriad years, my life force has waned steadily. Shattering the Prison Suppressing Demons now exceeds my power. We can delay no more. Entrusting the Divine Sword to this young friend is our final chance!”
"Win or lose, we commit to this singular effort!"
His declaration infused the space with gravity.
All eyes shifted hopefully to Yi Feng.
Leading the group, Old Guo advanced with steadfast stride, staff in hand. A torrent of presence surged from him, his beard and locks whipping fiercely, eyes ablaze with splendor, evoking the glory of his youthful peak!
"Young friend, this old man desires to accept you as my apprentice. Do you consent?"
If you take me as master, I shall transmit the Divine Sword to you. Should you one day rupture the Prison Suppressing Demons, I vow to grant you yet another boon, propelling you to fame across the starry expanse!
His resonant tone echoed through the chamber. The elders' smiles resurfaced, their gazes brimming with visions of triumph, subtly envious.
This young friend's destiny proves remarkably vast.
To tumble from grace into the Prison Suppressing Demons' grasp, only to seize the chance to wield the Divine Sword... it's a true turnaround from woe to wonder, stirring envy in all. With fortune like this, stardom across the Yuan Star lies within easy reach.