Chapter 652: Soul Sword Art
Max closed his eyes, and with a thought, summoned the image of his soul. A vague golden being sitting cross-legged appeared behind Max who was also seated cross-legged in the training chamber.
It shimmered behind him—solid golden form. Then, with precise intent, he separated a tiny fragment, about one percent, and gently guided it into the blade.
A golden thread separated from the soul form floated towards the sword and merged into it.
The sword trembled. It glowed golden faintly at first, then violently vibrated as it tried to resist the invasion. But Max’s soul fragment wasn’t just raw power—it carried intent, will, and dominion. The sword had no choice but to yield.
Cracks of light ran across the blade’s surface, vanishing a second later. The resistance faded. A connection formed.
Max opened his eyes. He could feel it. He didn’t just hold the sword anymore—he felt it. Every grain of metal, every line etched into the blade’s spine, every vibration that rippled through the hilt... it was all part of him now.
The sword had become his extension, not just of body, but of soul.
With just a single thought, Max focused his soul force and willed the sword to move. Instantly, as if yanked by an invisible force, the blade shot out of his hands like a bolt of lightning.
It flew straight up, piercing the air with a sharp whistle before crashing violently into the ceiling of the training chamber.