Countless different bloodline factors surged wildly within the sword’s body, devouring, fusing, and splitting with one another, forming a chaotic yet active ecosystem.
"For the first ten years, Marca used this sword with invincibility."
Uther continued to narrate the tragic story:
"After every battle, he became stronger, and his bloodline abilities grew more diverse. But from the eleventh year, subtle changes in his humanity began."
"At first, it was just a change in appetite. Marca began craving raw meat, especially the flesh of monsters infused with magic power."
The old professor’s tone grew heavier:
"Then came the distortion of his mindset; he started viewing all creatures as ’bloodline resources,’ including his former comrades and friends."
"Ultimately, Marca completely lost his humanity, becoming a monster that knew only slaughter and devouring."
Uther sighed:
"Even though he gained unprecedented power, he was no longer ’Marca,’ but a puppet of the ’Blood Drinker’ will."
This outcome reminded Ron of his own bloodline modulation research.
Although he had always been cautious, he was indeed constantly trying to fuse different bloodline factors.
Marca’s tragedy reminded him to always be wary of those seemingly powerful shortcuts.
"It seems you collect these swords not only for commemoration but also to warn future generations."
Ron remarked with deep feeling.
"Exactly so."
Uther’s apparition nodded slightly:
"Power in itself is neither good nor evil, but the way it is obtained determines the ultimate destination.
Each sword represents the extreme end of a path, as well as a lesson in failure."
After speaking, the old professor began to float towards the deepest part of the collection room.
The environment there was distinctly different from other areas, exuding an oppressive majesty in the air, as if time itself slowed down.
"Finally, I want to show you..."
Uther stopped in front of a special display stand, his tone becoming extraordinarily solemn:
"The mysterious sword I discovered in the deepest layer of the abyss."
Ron’s head lifted, and he was immediately stunned by the sight.
It was a longsword completely entangled in black chains, suspended at the center of a specially designed sealing array.
The chains were not ordinary metal but composed of a living substance, with surface flowing with dark red liquid like blood.
More unsettling was the subtle distortion of space around the sword.
It was as if reality itself lost stability in the sword’s presence, perpetually on the verge of being torn open into unhealable rifts.
"This sword..."
Uther’s voice contained a hint of trembling:
"I discovered it in a collapsed temple.
It was bound by thirteen layers of different seals, each representing sealing techniques from different eras."
Ron didn’t dare to take a risk and peek, knowing its nature, taking such a risk would only mean courting disaster.
"Even with my abilities, I can only release seven of the seals."
Uther admitted frankly:
"Once unsealed, I could sense some kind of... will beyond comprehension contained within the sword."
The old professor’s apparition floated back and forth in front of the sword, and the silvery glow created eerie reflections in the distorted space:
"This shard of consciousness is of a level that might even surpass an ordinary apostle. Its mere existence influences the surrounding structure of reality."
"What do you think is the origin of this sword?"
Ron cautiously asked, trying hard to suppress the terror coming from "Extraordinary Recognition."
Uther remained silent for a long time, his apparition becoming even dimmer:
"Some knowledge is more dangerous the more you know. The level this sword involves is beyond what you should currently encounter."
He turned to Ron, his voice filled with a serious warning:
"I specifically took it from the seal vault to show you, to make you understand... In this world, there are forces we can’t comprehend and shouldn’t comprehend.
Humility and reverence are sometimes more important than courage and wisdom."
Ron nodded in understanding, knowing that with his current capabilities, contact with entities of such levels would only bring disaster.
The introduction concluded, Uther turned to him again, a look of expectation in his eyes:
"Your ’Historical Research’ skills have reached a considerable level, and I can sense that unique perception ability within you."
The old professor mused:
"Why not try using your skills to analyze these Master Swords? Of course, avoid touching the sealed sword at all costs, but you can attempt with the others."
This suggestion caused Ron’s heart to race.
With his historical research skills, he could recreate the memory fragments of these Master Swords’ former owners, experiencing firsthand the battles of those legendary magic swordsmen.
"Within these swords are preserved the memory fragments of their owners before they passed, and through your skills, you might recreate those critical moments."
Uther continued:
"It’s not just about understanding their history; more importantly, you can learn the combat skills and craftsmanship of ancient magic swordsmen."
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Ron openly expressed his interest:
"Experiencing the battles of ancient magic swordsmen firsthand and learning the essence of their skills would greatly aid my research."
"I will ensure your safety."
Uther promised:
"If any abnormality is detected, I will immediately forcibly disconnect the connection.
Moreover, my void remains core lies deep within the observation station, capable of providing the strongest protective barrier."
Under Uther’s guidance, Ron first consumed a bottle of "Spiritual Stabilizer."