The Talentless Sect Master Chosen By The System Chapter 124: Phoenix

Yet that was a fatal mistake, the black pearl was knock backed further away with a speedy backspin as it landed about five steps away. Yet the problem now was that Nightin could not even move and the pressure was still built up.

He attempted to move, but his body was pressured too much, he was already struggling just to keep his eyes open.

If he attempts to push against the current and resist the gravity pressure, he would have to face the pressure multiplied to an immense degree which would crush him into smithereens immediately.

The ground he was laying down on right now, it felt cold to the touch and sent s.h.i.+vers down his spine, he could hear the cries of the countless weaker geniuses who have ventured here and lost their lives.

Maybe. Just maybe. Just maybe so. He was meant to be with them. He was just a genius who had gotten lucky to get onto the smooth sailing boat. He was nothing but an ant when the true adversary arrives.

d.a.m.n it! If only I was able to span out my wings longer or push myself slightly forward more before acting! Nightin cursed as he raised his head and glanced at the black pearl and blamed himself for being weak.

The black pearl was mocking him, its bright gleam of darkness was being reflected into his eyes by the dim lighting, fear was all he could feel right now.

The same feeling of despair devours him again, but he was at the brink of death this time and there was no one nearby to help him, his connection with the system was still cut off as well.

If he insisted on nabbing the black pearl from the crus.h.i.+ng gravity, he would have to face the current pressure multiplied by multiple folds.

He had the heart and mind to break free from the pressure and get the orb, but he was not even able to get up on his feet.

In the end, you are just trash. He could hear the black pearl whispering into his ears, just like a fly which flies around dung, that was his current priceless ident.i.ty now, pretty honourable isn't it?

Sometimes, life may be full of ups and downs, but what would you do if you were in Nightin's feet and only having the worst nightmares, sweet dreams are nothing more but a fairytale that exists in the legends.

"Buddy, please tell me what course of action I should take right now." Nightin said softly to the Phoenix sword, his ragged breathing gradually became slow deep breaths as his blood circulation began to ease off.

His vitals were fading and his eyelids felt heavy, blood started to leak from his mouth as his arms went limp, the Phoenix sword slipped away from his grip as it laid beside its master.

Whirr

The Phoenix sword started to vibrate intensely, trying to convey its intention with whatever little wisdom it had awakened.

It was the sword who raised Nightin and showed him the way. It was the sword who had given him the opportunity at an unprecedented path. It was the sword which forced him to death as well.

Regret. That thought has never came across Nightin's mind. He was confident that even if he chose to ditch the black pearl and leave, the Phoenix sword would accept his decision obediently without an argument.

In this world, it is near impossible to find a divine sword which has the underlaying potential to evolve and be compatible with the sword wielder, not to mention a sword which awakens wisdom early on and trusts its master.

Such swords would usually have their own pride and would only choose those talented geniuses that stand out among those demons, those that stand above those at the first tier pyramid.

The other case would be their master being weak and only progressing quickly due to their a.s.sistance, yet the masters were just treated as tools usually for them to obtain evolution treasures.

Suddenly, the Phoenix sword began to glow with burning light as it started to take on shape.

The Phoenix sword burst into a mixture of flame energies as they concentrate and gather together to form an ent.i.ty, something unbelievable flas.h.i.+ng before Nightin's eyes.

Phoenix, just what are you up to this time? Nightin asked in his mind.

Body. Limbs. Face. The glow of scorching light gradually took on the shape of a human female with long crimson hair that flowed and overlapped each other perfectly behind her back.

Her skin was porcelain and her light crimson eyes reflected off an enchanting beauty, she was a beauty in all aspects and no man alive would possibly even have the courage to approach her.

As for her clothing, there were only some smooth crimson feathers which were barely covering her important parts, yet Nightin only glanced for a moment before averting his gaze away.

She was just like the proudest drawing of an artist whose skills are unmatched in this world, creating the first artwork in his life that came alive in human form.

"Phoenix?" Nightin muttered out, his voice so soft that she had to learn close to listen.

"Yes, it is me." Phoenix said, her voice crystal clear with an alluring beauty to it.

If it was under usual circ.u.mstances, Nightin would already be blus.h.i.+ng right now. But given the current circ.u.mstances, his body systems were already failing him, even breaking out a smile right now would deem as an impossible feat.

It was as this time that Phoenix said "I am sorry, if only I was not around, you would not have risked your life to obtain the black pearl."

"No, it is my fault, your lackl.u.s.ter flames were caused by me, I lacked the ability to help you grow in the past and even now that I'm stronger, I'm just a seed which has grown into a sprout." Nightin said on his last breath as memories flooded into his mind just like a violent tidal wave.