Although it was just speculation.
Nashano was also unable to conclude definitively.
But it was highly logical and supported by some ancient manuscripts as evidence.
Initially ready to recklessly retrieve the Junlin Sword, Liszt now hesitated in his impulsiveness.
The way this group of lynx tiger-men exaggerated was freaking scary.
The Divine Mother of the Atomic Heart Church, Mo Yutong, was actually the Holy Daughter of the Miracle of Suffering, and she preferred not to mention those past events.
Sister Mo was also an otherworldly visitor, and damn it, so was he.
Even the Radiant Knight who had dismembered the Empress, legend had it he was also from beyond this world.
All these things put together chilled Liszt to the core, his hand on his own chest, feeling his heartbeat. What the hell was this thing throbbing?
All Mother... Mother of All?
"Isn’t it miraculous?"
Nashano’s face lit up with excitement as if he was possessed, for him studying this was even more dominant than Lord Dor’s goods, it was exhilarating.
Liszt was truly a bit overwhelmed.
"There’s even more miraculous stuff!
Based on my judgment, only those who meet at least two conditions can wield the Junlin Sword!
Just the first point alone is enough to baffle everyone.
It must be someone not from the Western Continent, not even within the radiation range of the Divine Mother Sect back then, even if from the Far East, they need to be from the far reaches of the Far East, completely uninvolved with the dark century, coming from a land of bliss, a person of pure lineage without sinful blood.
Such people, the Mother of All Mothers harbors no resentment against, and the ancient curse power will weaken its influence some.
The only Radiant Knight from back then who never died, it was said he was an otherworldly visitor whose own strength was also terrifyingly formidable, probably the reason he survived that ordeal.
The Junlin Sword’s power is unrivaled, having cursed and killed thirty-two knights who dominated the continent, and their resentment also resides within the sword, becoming curse spirits.
Anyone without the demeanor of a king will also be killed by them.
At least satisfying these two conditions, but there’s still a final aspect, which I think is quite important.
One must... have died once, only those who miraculously survived under extreme circumstances."
Nashano looked at the Liszt before him, could there really be anyone in the world who could meet such stringent conditions? It could only be described as... a miracle! Throughout the past seven hundred years, there only had been one person who could wield the Junlin Sword, no other. As for some who managed to manipulate the Junlin Sword to harm others, they were merely playing tricks with Object Control Magic, nowhere near controlling it, unable to unleash its power, nor could they reforge... the Mother of All Mothers.
Listening to the lynx tiger-man blabber on incessantly.
Liszt’s back was drenched in cold sweat, but he regained his composure, what the fuck with this Mother of All Mothers, do you know what being mischievous means, I’ll make you fly.
"The first two conditions I can understand, I’ve read many books about the Junlin Sword, those bastards from the Tower Alliance wrote about them, both conditions were mentioned. But what does the last point mean?"
Liszt couldn’t help but ask.
"A magician friend of mine, a medical advisor in the Northern Prison, had experimented with it, there were some who had near-death experiences, no, that’s not quite accurate, miraculously survived under particularly extreme conditions, they possess a strange resistance to the Junlin Sword, won’t be instantly killed. An individual from Great Wetland of the Sub-dragon people, who was struck by lightning seventeen times and didn’t die, had a gash from the Junlin Sword but managed to hold on for more than ten seconds before turning to ash. We believe this is also a very crucial point, if I must put it metaphorically, cheated Death, I guess that’s one way to say it."
Nashano spared no detail, this pirate, the Boss from the East Sea, if he truly picked it up, believed Liszt could not only decimate the Emperor but also the monumental calamity of the Holy Spirit Calendar year 2700.
Liszt’s face contorted in pain from a scar that sliced across it—had he deceived Death itself?
"You put it that way, I get the picture."
Liszt hesitated no longer and reached out his hand.
Nashano, looking foolish like a gambler who wipes his finger across cards, wanting to keep wiping.
This time, Liszt truly felt like vomiting blood.
"The Junlin Sword has a main sword, the one that killed the Empress, a sword devoid of impurities, purely sculpted from the Mother of All Mothers’ stone. The other swords were tainted with the Radiant Knight’s resentments, mixed with impurities, and could not coalesce into a single entity. If I’m not mistaken, they contain only the knights’ strength and the inherent spell power of instant death, without any transcendental, terrifying force.
Only by finding the main sword and merging it will the will of the Mother of All Mothers effortlessly eliminate all impurities, granting the power to either curse everything or save everything.
Otherwise, even gathering the other thirty-two swords wouldn’t... counter the truly great entities.
Your wife should have told you—I know where the main sword is and have seen it myself. If you succeed, I’ll support you with all my might, otherwise, it’s priceless."
Nashano said this earnestly.
"Are you really just a collector?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel fire.net
Liszt couldn’t believe it. As someone who could truly wield the Junlin Sword, he had never been this obsessed; this guy was close to raving mad.
Even Fen, who loved showing off the most and whose head seemed half of heaven-knowledge and the rest earth-knowledge, didn’t know nearly as much about the Junlin Sword as this crazed addict of a tiger-man.
"You should know that this town is where the Radiant Knight, the one who slew the Emperor, spent his last days in serene old age. Your wife found this place based on that and found me here. Seven hundred years ago, Aisnor was not a province of Aran, but an independent nation, and you know, good people were not plentiful among my kin.
It’s hard to believe there was anything valuable enough to make such a person settle here.
This is just a rumor passed down by our tiger-man ancestors, unsupported by any evidence, merely a story. They say he was unfortunate in his later years, plagued by nightmares, and our tribe’s hallucinogens... were highly praised, and that’s how he died, which sounds quite ridiculous.
But I said it’s just a rumor, devoid of any truth.
However, I tale; it disenchants all heroic figures for me.
What I’m about to say may sound inappropriate; I am a wealthy person, and it’s hard for anything to shake me. Any setbacks, a few whores, a tour around, and I recover quickly.
I am obsessed with anything that can defeat those supremests, the shadows throughout history."
Nashano pulled out a packet of Aisnor’s local powder from his pajama pocket, "I want to plunge into an even darker abyss."
His face glimmered with a bizarre excitement.
"You’re really fucking psychotic."
Liszt left his assessment; the nobles were all vermin, the Western Continent not being a chaotic mess was the real surprise; this was entirely typical.
He took a deep breath.
Having learned the true nature of the Junlin Sword, a reverence developed for this not-so-self-serving great entity.
The Mother of All Mothers had burned herself to end the century-long plague.
He was just a pirate leader.
Fuck it, Holy True God, Thirteen Holy Spirits, Eternal and Time Dragon, you’ve never seen the underworld like I have, it’s all the same shit to me.
Liszt reached into the display case and picked up the Junlin Sword.