The method of testing the fate of the sword was very simple.
One only needed to go up and press their hand on the crystal sword. If they were fated with the sword, they could make the crystal sword produce a strange sound and release the Phoenix Cry Divine Sword. Then, they could hold the divine sword and use their moves. If they weren't rejected by the divine sword, they would be fated with the sword.
It sounded ridiculous.
But it was a spirit artifact after all.
And the others didn't seem to have any reaction. They didn't reject the method of the Sword Pavilion.
Li Mu thought, "Could the Phoenix Cry Divine Sword really choose its own master?"
The first person to go up was a charming middle-aged woman called Immortal Guanshui. She came from a nearby sect called the Water Listening Sect and was a Perfected Immortal. She had passed the previous two tests and was extremely confident.
But when she pressed her hand on the sword, there was no reaction.
The crystal sword seemed to be asleep.
Immortal Guanshui tried several times and even used her True Essence to lightly attack the crystal sword, but there was no response. She could only retreat.
The others also went up to try.
When a young woman pressed her hand on the sword, there was a faint five-colored light that disappeared. The other three also didn't get any response from the Phoenix Cry Divine Sword.
The four of them were originally full of confidence.
But in the end, they still came back dejectedly.
They weren't fated with the divine sword.
In the end, everyone's eyes fell on Li Mu and the Eighth Prince.
The divine sword would definitely choose its master.
Just between the last two people.
Mu Mu was a newly risen devil-level figure.
The Eighth Prince was the messenger of the Extreme Cliffs and had been famous for a long time.
Who could it be?
"Young Master Mu, you go first." The Eighth Prince was very experienced. He smiled and stretched out his hand.
Li Mu nodded and walked toward the crystal sword.
He had observed with his Dharma Eyes but didn't see anything.
The four people before were indeed not fated with the divine sword. They couldn't make the Phoenix Cry Divine Sword resonate at all. Of course, that was if the Phoenix Cry Divine Sword could really choose its master.
Under countless gazes, Li Mu came to the crystal sword.
He slowly pressed his palm against the sword coffin.
Buzz! Buzz!
Buzz! The crystal sword suddenly shook violently.
Streams of multicolored aura gushed out of the crystal sword outer-coffin, covering most of the Sword Appreciating Plaza in a myriad of colors.
"There's movement."
"Could it be that the Fate of the Sword is with this unknown Mu Mu?"
"The divine sword is reacting."
The crowd exclaimed in surprise.
Xiu!
A five-colored sword light suddenly shot out from the top of the crystal sword outer-coffin.
Li Mu moved, raised his hand, and sucked the sword light into his palm, turning it into a sword.
This sword seemed to be made of colored glass and was colorful. The hilt of the sword was the tail of a phoenix, the mouth of the sword was the mouth of a phoenix, and the guard of the sword was the wings of a phoenix. The blade of the sword was like two intertwined phoenix feathers, and it was actually extremely heavy in his hand, as if he was holding a thousand mountains.
"What a beautiful Phoenix Cry Divine Sword."
Li Mu took a few glances and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
This was indeed a fairy sword that far surpassed the third-grade. As for which grade it was, Li Mu had not yet figured it out.
He was about to inject his Celestial Essence to sense the power of the Phoenix Cry Divine Sword.
Suddenly —
Buzz! Buzz!
Buzz! The Phoenix Cry Divine Sword shook violently and struggled in Li Mu's hand. And it became more and more violent, like a twisting python, as if it was about to break free.
Li Mu frowned slightly.
"What's going on?"
"The divine sword doesn't want to recognize me as its master?"
"No, the divine sword is struggling to break free."
"Mu Mu doesn't have a fate with the sword."
"No, to be precise, he has a fate with the sword, but it's not deep enough."
In the square, the crowd suddenly burst into a heated discussion.
Some of the immortals who hadn't even passed the first two trials were gloating over the misfortune of others.
Even Mu Mu, the so-called Heavenly Talent, couldn't get this Divine Sword.
Then the answer was very obvious.
The master of the Phoenix Cry Divine Sword must be the remaining eighth prince.
Li Mu vaguely felt that something was wrong.
He turned to look at Tie Buting.
The latter had a look of pity on his face as he said, "Mister Mu, you are peerless and talented. This Divine Sword almost recognized you as its master. Unfortunately, it still lacks a little bit of fate. Mister Mu, please let go, lest the Spirit of the Divine Sword becomes furious and injures you instead."
Tie Wuqing also looked extremely regretful. "Young Master Mu, a melon that is forcibly picked won't be sweet. Please let go."
As Li Mu gazed at the two, his frown gradually loosened.
Interesting.
The Sword Forge Pavilion's methods were quite clever.
It seemed that they had made their choice long ago.
If that was the case …
Li Mu turned to look at the eighth prince next to him.
He smiled and let go.
Swoosh!
The five-colored sword light shot out and sank back into the crystal sword coffin.
"Unfortunately, I have no fate with this sword." Li Mu walked down from the stone coffin and smiled at the eighth prince. "Your Highness, please. It seems that this sword belongs to Your Highness."
"Well, I will give it a try."
The eighth prince nodded at Li Mu and walked to the crystal sword coffin.
He stepped onto the stone platform and pressed his hand on the crystal sword coffin.
Buzz! Buzz!
The same sound of the sword coffin vibrating rang out again.
Large swathes of five-colored light surged out of the crystal sword coffin like a mountain torrent. It completely enveloped the entire Sword Appreciation Plaza, flowing with dreamy colors.
"There's movement again."
"The eighth prince is indeed fated with the divine sword."
Everyone exclaimed.
Swoosh!
The Phoenix Cry Divine Sword burst out of the crystal sword coffin again.
The Eighth Prince reached out his hand and unleashed a surge of immortal force, grabbing the five-colored godly light in his hand. It then turned into the beautiful five-colored glazed sword from before. It had a dreamy appearance and emitted a sword glow.
"Good sword, it is indeed a good sword."
The eighth prince praised.
He didn't expect the grade, power, and shape of the sword to be so outstanding. It was simply indescribable with words.
The Sword Forge Pavilion was a small sect, but it had really forged such an immortal sword that could cause waves in a large celestial sect.
It was at least fifth grade.
Or even higher.
The eighth prince injected his True Essence into the sword.
In an instant, the Phoenix's Cry Divine Sword seemed to have come to life. A series of phoenix cries rang out from it. The cries were clear and melodious as they soared into the sky. It was as if an ancient divine bird, a phoenix, was leaping across the sky.
An indescribable pressure burst out of the five-colored glaze-like sword.
The expressions of the immortals on the sword appreciating square changed drastically. They retreated in fear as they couldn't bear this unimaginable pressure.
"Emperor-level sword intent!"
The eighth prince held the sword in his hand and stabbed it into the sky.
Whoosh!
The five-colored sword aura shot into the sky.
A colorful crack appeared in the sky, and it didn't disappear for a long time. Even the stars in the sky seemed like they were about to be cut down by this five-colored sword aura.
So powerful!
Everyone in the surroundings was shocked.
They looked at the ice sword in the eighth prince's hand with burning greed in their eyes.
It would be great if they could hold such a celestial artifact in their hands.
But they could only think about it.
Not to mention the fact that the eighth prince was backed by the Extreme Emperor Cliff, which was too powerful for them to deal with, the eighth prince's cultivation alone was enough to defeat many of them. With the addition of the divine sword, he was even more invincible.
Snatching something from such a person was no different from courting death.
After the burning greed passed, everyone wisely gave up.
At that moment, Li Mu also thought about killing the eighth prince and snatching the Phoenix Cry Divine Sword. But after thinking about it, he decided that revenge was his top priority. He couldn't lose the bigger picture because of a small gain.
"Haha, this is God's will."
Tie Wufei let out a sigh of relief and laughed loudly. "This sword is fated with Your Highness. From now on, this Phoenix Cry Divine Sword will forever belong to Your Highness."
He represented the Sword Crafting Pavilion to announce the final result of the Sword Appreciating Festival.
Everyone looked at the eighth prince with envy in their eyes.
Some people were like this. They were born into a good family, were powerful, and had extraordinary talent. They also had luck that ordinary people couldn't hope to obtain. They were like children of destiny. They couldn't be compared to them at all.
"Thank you, Pavilion Master Tie. Does this mean that this sword belongs to me from now on?" the eighth prince said with a smile.
Tie Wufei smiled. "Of course."
The eighth prince said, "If that's the case, I can use and deal with this sword however I want, right?"
Tie Wufei said, "Of course."
The Eighth Prince nodded his head in satisfaction and said, "Good. Although I obtained this sword because I was fated with it, this king appreciates the Sword Forging Pavilion's kindness. If you have any problems in the future, you can come and find this king. This king is never stingy with his friends."
Tie Wufei and the others were overjoyed.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
"Your Highness is truly an extraordinary man."
The Sword Crafting Pavilion's Pavilion Masters and Elders hurriedly expressed their gratitude and compliments.
They had put in so much effort and put in so much effort just so that this sword could protect the Sword Crafting Pavilion.
Now that the eighth prince of the Extreme Emperor Cliff had made a promise in front of everyone, it was the perfect ending that they had been dreaming of.
The envoys, immortals, and independent cultivators of the various forces were all shocked. The eighth prince's words meant that the Extreme Emperor Cliff would protect the Sword Crafting Pavilion. In the future, they really couldn't cause trouble for the Sword Crafting Pavilion anymore. At least for a long time, the Sword Crafting Pavilion would be free of worries.
"Haha, this sword is extraordinary. I am also very tempted. However, a treasure sword should be given to a hero." The eighth prince laughed and threw the Phoenix Cry sword at Li Mu. "Hahaha, Young Master Mu, take this."
A five-colored ray of light shot towards Li Mu.
Li Mu grabbed the hilt and asked in surprise, "Your Highness, what is the meaning of this?"
The eighth prince was very satisfied with the change in Li Mu's expression. "A treasure sword should be given to a hero. Young Master Mu, you are a genius swordsman. This sword belongs to you."
The expressions of the surrounding crowd changed drastically.
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