The Legendary Holy Sword Is Kind Of Mid?

Xin Ming had never once considered himself a hero, nor did he harbor any illusions of grandeur or nobility. His only allegiance was to himself, anhis my only concern was furthering his own cultivation.

The plight of the city, besieged by the forces of some demon lord, held no sway over him.

Why should he risk his life to save them?

What did their struggles matter to him?

The affairs of these lowly mortals were beneath his notice, mere trifles that annoy him.

As the old man was speaking of prophecies and destinies, Xin Ming felt a pang of irritation rise within him. He had no interest in fulfilling some vague prophecy or playing the role of a savior.

Some demon lord was none of his concern, and he had no intention of meddling in the affairs of others.

Xin Ming's gaze lingered on the distant horizon, He doesn't even know where he ended up himself, nor does he know how to get back, he hasn't even had the time to wrap his head around this problem yet and this old geezer is telling him he has to save them?

Ridiculous.

Breaking through to the Gold Core Realm was top priority. Xin Ming cared little for the struggles of this city and the machinations of a demon was of no concern to him.

As Xin Ming hesitation was apparent, the old man, sensing his reluctance, leaned in with a knowing smile. "I understand your concerns," he told Xin Ming, his voice welled to be carrying a certain amount of hidden sorrow. "But consider this: aiding us in our time of need may bring unforeseen benefits to you as well." His words hung in the air, intriguing Xin Ming.

Xin Ming raised an eyebrow, "What sort of benefits are we talking about?" he asked, his tone guarded but curious.

The old man's smile widened, as if he had been waiting for Xin Ming to take the bait. "The lengendary Holy Sword"

Xin Ming shifted his weight slightly, his gaze fixed on the old man as he posed his question. "And pray tell, what exactly is ths legendary holy sword?" he inquired.

The old man's weathered features softened slightly, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "The holy sword.." he replied, choosing his words carefully. "The holy sword is a divine weapon weapon. It is a relic used by the heroes of the old, imbued with divine essence and was bestowed upon us by God." As he spoke, a sense of reverence infused his words, as if he spoke of a revered artifact held in the highest esteem by those who knew of its existence.

Over the millenniums of my existence, Xin Ming has encountered his fair share of swords, each bearing its own unique history.

There was the Blade of Eternal Frost, wielded by the Frost Emperor of the Frozen Wasteland. Its edge, imbued with the biting chill of the northern winds, could freeze the very air around it and rend through armor as though it were mere parchment.

Then, there was the Sunfire Saber, a weapon of radiant brilliance said to have been forged in the heart of a supernova. Its golden blade shimmered with the incandescent fury of a thousand suns, searing through flesh and bone with a single stroke.

Xin Ming had even wielded the Celestial Dawnbreaker, an ancient relic said to have been crafted by the gods themselves. Its ethereal edge could cleave through the fabric of reality itself, sundering the barriers between worlds with each swing.

But Xin Ming guesses, as he don't have it now, he needs a handy weapon.

Xin Ming turned to the old man and requested to see this fabled holy sword he spoke of.

A glimmer of satisfaction could be seen flickering in his eyes."Of course," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of reverence. "Go to the temple where the holy sword is located." With that, the old man left abruptly without another word.

The old man didn't tell Xin Ming where it was but Xin Ming assumed it's that…

A temple loomed in the distance, and was so vast that it could be seen all across the giant city, it was like a majestic edifice that seemed to touch the very heavens themselves. Its towering spires reached skyward, adorned with intricate carvings and ornate decorations that spoke of a craftsmanship unparalleled in its beauty. It was clear that the temple was even more cared for than the royal palace.

As Xin Ming approached, the grandeur of the temple became increasingly apparent. Elaborate archways framed by delicate filigree led to a vast courtyard, where fountains of crystal-clear water danced in the sunlight, their soothing melodies echoing through the air.

The walls of the temple were adorned with exquisite murals depicting scenes of ancient battles and celestial beings, their colors vibrant and alive even after centuries of existence.

Upon entering the temple, Xin Ming was greeted by the soft glow of candlelight and the scent of incense that hung heavy in the air. The interior was no less magnificent than its exterior, with towering columns reaching towards a vaulted ceiling adorned with intricate frescoes depicting scenes of divine majesty.

As he stepped into the inner sanctum of the temple, a hushed reverence settled over him like a sacred shroud. The entire chamber was bathed in a soft, golden light, casting long shadows that danced along the polished marble floor.

At the heart of the chamber stood the old man whom Xin Ming had just accompanied, wearing a priestly robe, his presence now seemed commanding and regal. His robes flowed around him like a cloak of midnight, adorned with intricate symbols that seemed to shimmer and dance in the flickering candlelight.

Beside him stood a nun, her countenance serene and her gaze filled with quiet reverence. She inclined her head respectfully as Xin Ming approached, her eyes alight with a gentle warmth that belied her years of devotion to the temple.

"The nun stepped forward, her voice soft and calming. "The Grand Magus has informed us of your arrival and prepared for your visit. It is an honor to have you grace our temple with your presence," she began, her tone respectful yet firm, "Please follow me."

What is a Grand Magus? These terms they use are so confusing to me, well I guess I'll ask about it later.

Sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting vibrant patterns of color upon the marble floors below. The air was thick with reverence, their every step echoing softly against the polished stone as the nun led Xin Ming deeper into the heart of the temple.

The air grew more cool and musty as they descended into the depths of the temple, the faint scent of incense lingering in the air like a ghostly echo. As they reached the bottom of the staircase, a heavy stone door loomed before us, its surface etched with ancient runes that pulsed with a soft, ethereal glow. With a whispered incantation, the nun traced her fingers along the intricate patterns, causing the door to swing open with a low, rumbling groan.

And there it was, in the center of the chamber stood a pedestal of polished marble, upon which rested a magnificent sword gleaming with an otherworldly radiance. Its blade was forged of purest silver, its edge honed to a razor-sharpness that seemed to shimmer and dance in the flickering torchlight.

The hilt was encrusted with jewels of every hue, their vibrant colors catching the light and scattering it like a thousand stars strewn across the night sky.

Xin Ming walked up to examine it closer.

As Xin Ming took hold of the hilt, the weight of the holy sword felt strangely familiar, yet disappointingly light in my grasp. Its craftsmanship, while undoubtedly intricate, lacked the raw power and menacing aura of the swords that he had wielded in his past.

Xin Ming couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment as I examined the blade, its surface was unmarred by battle scars or signs of wear.

Was this just a self cleaning sword?

"System, analyze this sword" he whispered lightly so that the nun would not hear him.

[Item : Mortem Holy Sword]

[Grade: B-]

[Description: A sword plastered with jewels and made from the finest silver]

[Options:]

[Option 1: x2 strength]

[Option 2: x2 agility]

[Option 3: x2 mana]

[Option 4: All stats x 10 when fighting a demon lord]

Wow, even the description is disappointing.

The options aren't that bad to be honest but how often will I fight a demon lord??

And what is mana? Does it not boost my Qi?

Well, what's done is done, I have a decent sword now, my next plan of action?

Breaking through to the Golden Core Realm.