With a single thought, the Heart Slaughter Sword suspended above the Saturn in his sea of consciousness trembled slightly, and its icy Sword Intent exuded, causing the piercing pain between his brows to become more distinct.
Chen Ye concentrated inwardly, cautiously separating a wisp of Divine Sense to envelop the sword's body.
Attempting to nurture it using the method recorded in the Heart Slaughter Sword Technique.
The Heart Slaughter Sword glinted faintly, carefully absorbing, not enough to restore it but alleviating the needle-like pain between Chen Ye's brows.
"It indeed works."
Chen Ye felt slightly reassured.
The source of his headache was the unconscious absorption of his Divine Soul by the Heart Slaughter Sword.
Initially, it was fine, but accumulated over time, it inevitably damaged his Divine Soul.
