God-Tier Providence System-Chapter 120

Alex scanned his gaze for a long time. Finally locking onto a broken sword.

This sword was entirely a deep purple color, its hilt inlaid with a dark red gemstone.

The craftsmanship and quality were exceptionally outstanding, reaching Lower-Grade Supreme-tier.

But unfortunately, this peerless sword had already snapped in two right down the middle, reduced to a scrap blade.

A look of interest appeared on Alex’s face. He took out the sword-wiping cloth and reached out to wipe the edge of the blade.

The moment the cloth made contact, a highly realistic illusion instantly surfaced before his eyes. Making him feel as if he was personally standing right in the middle of it.

Before him stood a black-robed man wearing a bamboo hat, his face covered by a black veil.

In his hand was exactly this purple sword, except perfectly intact and undamaged.

In front of the man was a sizable village.

About five hundred households, brightly lit and overflowing with joy and harmony. A picturesque scene of peace and prosperity.

The man gripped the purple sword horizontally and narrowed his eyes. A ferocious, icy glint flashing through them. He casually waved his hand, tossing the purple sword into mid-air.

"Soul-Devouring Swords!"

The purple sword spun rapidly, forming a sharp, piercing storm. Then it transformed into eighteen swords, floating in mid-air.

The man revealed a ferocious sneer and pushed both palms forward, driving the swords out simultaneously.

Like a swarm of grim reapers, these swords darted into the harmonious village.

They shattered doors and windows, flying into every household. Every person they touched was instantly crushed and annihilated into fine powder.

In half a minute, the entire village of over five hundred households, nearly two thousand people, were all slaughtered down to the last soul.

The eighteen swords flew back in front of the man.

They converted the essence blood and souls they had absorbed into spiritual energy, pouring it directly into the man’s body. Then they reformed back into the purple sword and floated gently into his hand.

With a flick of his sleeve, the man turned and vanished into the veil of night.

The illusion vanished along with him. Leaving behind only a line of blood-red text:

"Heavenly Flame Calendar Year 3617: The rogue cultivator Evil Sword stole the Purple Cloud Demon Sword and slaughtered over 25,000 commoners."

"Later, Master Vincent and Master Rorin joined forces, captured and executed Evil Sword, destroyed the Purple Cloud Demon Sword, and sealed it within the Hidden Sword Pavilion."

The illusion completely faded. The scene before Alex’s eyes reverted to the eerie, baleful Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Looking at the broken sword in his hand and the cloth now stained with purple blood, Alex couldn’t help but curl his lips into a deeply amused smile.

"So that’s how it is..."

"The swords sealed within this Hidden Sword Pavilion are all treasured swords once used by Divine Blade Sect traitors, or evil cultists who suffered qi deviation and fell to the demonic path."

"Every single sword is soaked in resentment and vengeful souls... no wonder the baleful aura is so incredibly heavy."

He wiped the blade again. A smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"These sword-wiping cloths are specially crafted spiritual artifacts."

"As long as you wipe the blade with this cloth, you will see the bloody scenes of slaughter from back then."

"Who came up with this punishment? It truly is vicious enough."

"No wonder those disciples banished here are all scared out of their minds."

The majority of Divine Blade Sect disciples came from the various families of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Having lived in the mountains since childhood, they naturally lacked worldly experience.

Let alone killing people, they probably hadn’t even slaughtered a chicken before.

Forcing them to witness bloody scenes of massacred villages and slaughtered towns was the most cruel torture.

The wailing of women, children, and the elderly, along with blood-washed massacres, would devastate their conscience and hearts. Seeing evil cultists who, despite being powerful, committed such bloody atrocities would completely shake their naive willpower.

However, to Alex, this stuff had zero lethal impact.

Who was Alex?

The dignified Saint Lord of the Hale family, a Saint Lineage.

To keep the Hale family consistently ranked among the top families in the Heavenly Flame Dynasty, where powerful factions stood in great numbers, Alex naturally possessed considerable political cunning and ruthless methods.

Slaughtering a village or massacring a town was as common as a daily meal to him.

The number of lives lost directly and indirectly by his hands was probably on par with the lives taken by the swords in this Pavilion.

Watching these petty, bloody scenes left his heart completely undisturbed. He even wanted to laugh a little.

However, this Purple Cloud Demon Sword did pique his interest.

"Looking at the illusion just now, it seems this sword can absorb the essence blood and souls of living beings, converting them into energy for its own use."

"That’s why this Evil Sword specifically stole this treasured sword before defecting."

"I should be able to make use of this sword as well."

Alex stroked his chin, calculating for a moment before hanging the sword back on the wall.

This Purple Cloud Demon Sword wasn’t just snapped into two pieces. The baleful aura inside had also been completely drained. Furthermore, after being sealed for many years in this sunless Pavilion, it had already turned into scrap iron.

However, he could try to create an exact replica.

Immediately, Alex narrowed his eyes slightly, chanted incantations and circulated his spiritual energy.

"Six Paths Wheel of Destruction Art, Asura Path!"

Compared to the Animal Path, the Asura Path was much easier to pick up.

To summon soul beasts with the Animal Path, one needed to master different incantations and dharma formulas, which were incredibly difficult to memorize. However, using the Asura Path to summon weapons wasn’t nearly as troublesome.

As long as one knew the weapon’s name, grade, and one of its former users, they could summon the exact weapon from the era when that specific user wielded it!