True strength comes from within, for everyone has a scar in their heart, untouchable and unspeakable. The fear induced by the Netherworld Blade lies in its ability to infinitely magnify one's innermost fears, crush one's will, and cause collapse. In such a state, even the most powerful beings can't exert their true strength.
A deep voice sounded. "Without a strong heart, one must not wield the Netherworld Blade, lest they suffer backlash."
"Who exactly are you?" Ye Shikai tried to disconnect from that stretch of memory, but the Illusion Realm he just experienced still left him with palpitations.
"Sword spirit." The deep voice echoed again, "I am the soul of this Netherworld Blade." Ye Shikai was startled upon hearing this. A Divine Artifact, how long must it be tempered to possess its own soul? In other words, a weapon with a soul has faintly surpassed the constraints of being just an "item."
"The Netherworld Blade has life."
