Chu Bamboo slowly opened his eyes. Perhaps because he had broken through again, although his head still ached a little, he was in much better shape than before. His voice was calm.
"Nuwa No. 17, bring me my Chixiao Sword."
"Yes." The Little Mushroom Head suddenly zipped out and gave a slight bow.
A moment later, another Little Mushroom Head appeared before Chu Bamboo, carrying a longsword on its shoulder.
Chu Bamboo drew the Chixiao Sword from its Bronze Sword Scabbard, studying it with a serious expression. Even though the sword was several thousand years old, it showed no signs of decay... Its edge was still as sharp as ever!
'My strength should be sufficient now, right?' Chu Bamboo recalled the contents of the diary. The threshold for use mentioned in it was the Second Realm.
His gaze sharpened, and he began to channel the Blessing Power from his body into the Chixiao Sword in a continuous stream.
