The Talentless Sect Master Chosen By The System Chapter 121: Chapter 120 Endeavor Of The Heart

"System, do you have any idea just where I am right now?" Nightin asked within his mind, expecting to hear the usual voice, but reality ends up being a disappointment.

Left without a choice, Nightin could only continue his slow paced steps towards the resonating sound which was calling out to him.

"Dave, do you have the confidence to defeat him once he awakens his sword heart?" Glacier asked in a worried tone.

"Even if he manages to awaken the sword heart unique to himself, he still stands no change against Wave." Dave replied politely as he caressed his friend who had been with him since young.

"Furthermore, the sword heart isn't that easy to locate. If one doesn't have a clear goal of what he wants, the person would end up being lost in his own consciousness." Dave added on.

Glacier's body shook for a moment, his tiny stature flew around the air in random circles as he asked quickly "Can you help him out?"

"I'm unable to, that is the reason why our dragon clan have so few Sages as well, it's just way too difficult and some have even perished in this process."

"Young dragon lord, do you know just how much I've suffered just to step into the sage realm. Haven't you ever questioned why I suddenly vanished for a thousand years at my peak and returned with the same cultivation base?" Dave said as the blood within his body started to circulate pa.s.sionately, what he just said had reminded him of his youth.

"Don't tell me that..." Glacier answered knowing the answer, expecting to hear more from Dave.

"That's right, I spent a thousand years trying to enter the Sage realm of claws and that was only the first of the four great stages."

"Even right now, I'm only at the peak of the second stage and I can't find the path to the third stage at all, I'm totally lost in the thick forests."

Dave explained as he tried to calm himself back down, he felt utterly useless for being unable to step into the third great stage of the Sage realm.

"Can you hear me?" A voice broke the eerie silence which was lost along the flow od tune.

"Just who are you?" The voice of a man which sounded exactly the same as questioned back while answering indirectly.

If one didn't understand the situation, they might just treat this as a lunatic talking to himself as two different persons. But that wasn't the case, it was the silence asking Nightin the question in a language he hasn't learnt, he just knew it for some reason.

Nightin felt cold sweat dripping down his forehead and his breathing was ragged, he felt fearful. He actually lost not only the sense of time, but also himself, what would have happened if this dragged on for just a second more, just the thought of it makes him afraid.

"Who am I you ask? I'm you and you're me." The mysterious voice answered as the resonating sound travelled into his ears again.

Vzzt Vzzt

It sounded like the sound of thunder striking metal, yet it also sounded like the sound of metals screeching past or even a sword being unsheathed.

Just what is the voice trying to tell me? Nightin was puzzled, he didn't know what to expect and didn't even know whether to reply. He was afraid that he would make the wrong move and get trapped in this dimension for eternity.

"My other self, why have you gone quiet all of a sudden?" The mysterious voice spoke again, the exactly same tone and even pitch of the voice was just causing him to feel... He didn't know either, his feelings were jumbled up and any means of reacting just felt... Weird...

"Are you perhaps afraid that my presence will replace you?" The voice asked again, but the hostility in the voice threatening Nightin couldn't be hidden.

Feeling some disturbance in the surrounding air, he realised that light was s.h.i.+ning into his eyes as thousands of swords flashed before his eyes, at the front of each sword laid a panel which gives a brief description about them.

To his surprise, all of the swords were at least of the Savior grade, thirty seven were of the Half Fabled grade and even three of them were at the low Fabled grade.

Just how could this be possible? Nightin asked himself as he tried to touch one of the swords, surprised by the fact that he could touch them, they felt surreal and he was starting to doubt if this was just a test or a gift to him.

"Interested by my collection of swords? Join me as you abandon that low grade Savior sword of yours and claim one sword from here for yourself." The voice sounded tempting, it even pushed the three low grade Fabled swords towards Nightin arm length.

Just what's going on? Nightin read the description of the first sword as he started to think of an escape to this.

[Low grade Fabled Sword: Enchanted Firelight Sword]

[Low grade Fabled Sword: Enchanted Duskglow sword]

*Doesn't possess offensive properties, corrosion is the key*

[Low grade Fabled sword: Bloodl.u.s.t]

"Now then myself, make your choice."