Chương 264: Song Tian Dao

Endless, boundless darkness. Within a chaotic space devoid of heaven and earth, Song Que's soul fragment drifted like a breeze, searching everywhere.

"Is anyone there?"

"Baby, come out quickly!"......

"Son, don't be afraid! Daddy's here to pick you up!"

"Be a good boy, son, come out to Daddy!" Upon entering this mental space, the scumbag Song's mouth couldn't remain idle, endlessly babbling nonsense. Truly, this guy possessed a true inheritance in the art of being a blabbermouth. Very soon, the Sword Spirit couldn't bear his incessant nagging and manifested, transmitting a mental thought:"You... who are you?" Song Que was overjoyed. It was actually a Sword Spirit! He shouted excitedly:"Baby! I am your father! Hurry up and come out, call me Daddy!"

"No... no you're not, don't lie to me. I was born from heaven and earth; you are definitely not my father." Oh ho? Its sentience isn't low! But how could it outsmart an old fox like Scumbag Song? He immediately began his coaxing:"Who? Who told you such things? They are all liars with malicious intentions, wanting to separate us father and son! My sweet baby, I truly am your father. How could you say such things? Do you know how much that hurts Daddy?"

As he spoke, an aura of sorrow even painted the space, making the little fellow feel slightly guilty.

"You... you say you're my father, what proof do you have?" Kekeke, I can even deceive decent girls from good families, what's a clueless little squirt like you? Hearing the anxious concern in the Sword Spirit's tone, Master Song happily channeled a bit of the Tesseract's energy into the black sword.

"Baby, can you feel it? Doesn't it feel incredibly warm and comfortable? That is the feeling of our connected bloodline! I am transmitting my own life force to you. Don't you feel an intense sense of familiarity?" The Tesseract's pure energy had miraculous effects on all living things. Immersed in it for a moment, the little fellow felt incredibly comfortable and shouted excitedly:"You.... you really are my father!"

"How could it be fake? Baby, quickly come out and see me!" A cluster of ethereal light flashed in the void and quickly arrived before Song Que's soul fragment consciousness, circling him while shouting excitedly.

"Daddy! You really are my daddy! I have a daddy too! I finally have someone to talk to!" Looking at this little fellow bouncing around like a happy sparrow, Grandee Song was inadvertently infected by its joy.

"Daddy, do I have a name?"

"Yes! Of course you do! The day you were born, I gave you an incredibly resounding name. Son, remember, your name is Tian Dao (Heavenly Saber)! Daddy's name is Song Que, so you are Song Tian Dao!"

"WOW! I have a name too! My name is Tian Dao!" The little fellow went wild with joy, shouting and calling out, flying faster and faster before pausing in confusion:"Daddy, why am I called Tian Dao?" Scumbag Song began his performance:"Baby, you must remember one thing: you carry my bloodline. From the moment you were born, your destiny dictated that you will become a peerless divine saber! An indestructible, unbeatable divine saber capable of severing immortals and gods in this world—the supreme Heavenly Saber!

Son, do you remember this?!" His voice was deep, warm, yet soaring. Hearing it made the little fellow's blood boil with excitement, shouting fervently:"I remember, Father!" Then, slightly troubled and confused:"Father, then... why does my outward appearance... look like a sword?" Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. Master Song sighed.

He stepped forward affectionately and rubbed its head, transmitting a bit more energy to make the little fellow close its eyes in enjoyment, before explaining warmly:"Baby, look at Daddy's form. Do I look like a saber? This is our family's tradition! We transform into myriad things to comprehend the supreme saber intent of the world. Our forms may not be sabers, but we hold the saber in our hearts! You cannot let the world's perspective delude you!

You must always engrave in your heart that you are a saber—a peerless divine saber! Just wait until the day you comprehend the Dao of the Saber; you will instantly shed your mortal shell and take the form of a Heavenly Saber!"

"So that's how it is!" To think I inherited such a noble mission! The little fellow shouted excitedly:"I understand, Father! I will become the supreme Heavenly Saber!" As it spoke, the Sword Spirit's form gradually morphed into the shape of a saber. The speed was so fast that even Song Que was left dumbfounded. His cultivation of the Marvellous Lotus Sutra visualizations didn't condense a dharma idol anywhere near this fast. Could the thing I picked up be a genius?

Though slightly suspicious and startled, Master Song still wholeheartedly transmitted several images of what he considered extremely domineering and majestic sabers to this 'Tian Dao' fellow. Finally, after changing a few times, it transformed into a shape he was satisfied with. A saber about 1. 5 meters long, its shape incredibly magnificent and eye-catching. The curved blade was elegant yet exuded a majestic aura—perfectly matching His Majesty's heart!

Little Tian was also satisfied with its new shape and began chirping away, telling him its stories. Perhaps because no one had spoken to it since ancient times, it clung to Song Que, talking for an entire session until he was practically dizzy. It was all trivial, mundane nonsense, but at least it helped its 'cheap' daddy understand this son a bit better. It had no concept of time, so it didn't know how long it had been born. It only remembered counting five instances where things similar to it had appeared.

Thus, if one later traced back the years of the previous six Divine Weapon births at the Sword Forging Villa, they would know roughly which era this little fellow belonged to. However, Daddy Song didn't necessarily have the energy to care about that. He listened to this fellow talk so much he was exhausted and had to flee. Tossing his soul fragment into the Silver-Armored Corpse to keep watch, he collapsed on the ground and slept soundly until noon the next day before waking up...... Sword Forging City.

Two days had passed since that night. After recovering about seventy to eighty percent of his injuries, Song Que finally returned to this place. To avoid arousing suspicion, he spent quite some effort on a basic disguise. The result was only passable. At least his physique wasn't as exaggerated as Xiong Ba's, so it probably had some effect. All the sins belong to this overly distinctive skin color! Noticing people on the streets casting stealthy glances at him, Song Que felt his teeth ache.

Mainly, his entire getup was simply too jarring to the eyes. A tall, dark, and robust man was one thing. But to ostentatiously carry a tiny, absurdly ugly sword in his hand? Being ugly was one thing, but for such a trashy sword, if you didn't even cover it with a scabbard and flaunted it openly for everyone to see, it was truly an insult to the viewers' eyes! Master Song felt a bit embarrassed being stared at like a madman. But what could he do? His cheap son strongly demanded it, so he couldn't deny it face!

After all, this should probably be considered a Demi-Divine Weapon, right? Daddy Song didn't know how to evaluate this thing. Divine Weapons possessed sentience. If judged by this condition, Tian Dao was a genuine Divine Weapon. Unfortunately, the materials used to forge it were simply too poor—worse than an ordinary Sharp Weapon. With its quality, if it clashed with someone else's weapon, it would probably be chopped in half within two moves. Weapons were like people.

If the body was destroyed, the sentience would instantly dissipate. Ultimately becoming two halves of a broken sword, what use would it be? Therefore, how to utilize this little fellow currently gave Master Song a massive headache. A classic 'chicken rib': a pity to discard, but useless to consume. A real pain in the balls!

"Daddy, everyone around is mocking me. Is it because I'm very ugly?" Just as his thoughts were wandering, Tian Dao's tender voice unexpectedly rang in his mind. After two days of communication, this little fellow somehow managed to establish a master-servant-like connection, allowing it to communicate with him telepathically at will. Song Que no longer needed to inject his soul fragment into the black sword. Hearing its timid, self-deprecating tone, Daddy Song's heart ached, and he quickly comforted it.

"Baby, don't mind the gazes of outsiders; they are all just fleeting clouds. Let me tell you a story, it's called 'The Ugly Duckling'." Having pacified the little fellow, he continued in a soothing voice:"Once upon a time, on a certain farm... on a warm spring day........ The flock of swans took flight. The once ugly duckling spread its large, beautiful wings and flew together with the other members of its new family."

After hearing such a moving story, Little Tian pondered for a long time before shouting excitedly:"Daddy, I understand! Are you trying to say that none of us need to live according to how others look at us? Everyone has their own unique beauty, and as long as we know how to love those around us, that's enough?" Casting a look at the little black sword as if looking at a group of chūnibyō teenagers, Master Song reprimanded it with the frustration of iron failing to become steel:"Foolish child!

What I meant is that you were born a swan! You are destined to spread your wings and soar through the sky, leaving behind your own brilliant radiance! Why the hell should you care about how a bunch of ugly ducks look at you?!" Little Tian:...... Is that really the moral of the story?!

Daddy Song, seemingly transforming into a benevolent father agonizing over his child's healthy physical, mental, and moral development, racked his brains and poured his heart out to teach it:"Son, your mission is to endlessly comprehend saber intent! Just wait for the day you break the duck cocoon and transform into a swan; Daddy will finally feel at ease. You must be confident! You were born a peerless divine saber! A saber that..."

(Skipping one million words) With Daddy Song's encouragement, Tian Dao instantly ignited with a fierce will:"Father, rest assured! I will definitely comprehend the supreme saber intent of this world! I will become a Heavenly Saber worthy of the name!" Sigh, having a son like this, this old man can finally rest easy! Grandee Song nodded in satisfaction and continued leisurely carrying it as he headed toward the Giant Whale Merchant Guild's branch.