You Siqi's explanation was a bit convoluted, especially during such a tense moment. Only he, an outsider caught in the middle of it all, had the leisure to ponder these things.
Liu Buli listened for a long time, but his attention couldn't fully focus. He had to constantly fight off the increasing number of ghost clan members before him. He could only temporarily give up thinking and asked again, "Then tell me a way, what can I do to make it return to its original state?"
He was still somewhat unwilling to give up.
After all, if he didn't take this sword away, it would remain in the ghost city. If a new ghost clan member became the divine sword's master, it would be like leaving a future threat for themselves.
Upon hearing his question, You Siqi actually gave him a quick response. However, this response made Liu Buli want to slap him. He said, "This is very simple. As long as it returns to Xichi's hand, all its sins can be forgiven by divine power, and it will naturally return to its former appearance."
After saying this, You Siqi realized he might have said the wrong thing. He quickly coughed and said with a dry laugh, "I forgot something. We have nowhere to find that deity now..."
No one responded to this statement.
He could also feel that if he continued to spout such nonsense at this moment, Liu Buli might get annoyed and his next sword strike would be aimed at him.
To prevent such a tragedy, You Siqi once again tried his best to rack his brain. He then asked Shen Muzhi, "Muzhi, you said before that you learned a method to turn demonic cultivators back into righteous cultivators. Can that method be used on a sword? For example, if it were a potion, a person could just swallow it. But for a sword, perhaps it could be soaked in it and try. It might succeed?"
Hearing this whimsical question, Shen Muzhi responded with a wry smile. He said, "I don't think the success rate is high, but it's not impossible to try. And I actually know what Sect Leader Liu is thinking. It's nothing more than ensuring that when we leave, we must take this sword with us. I think the same way. This thing is simply too terrifying. If it cannot be used by us, we must find a way to destroy it completely. Otherwise, leaving it in the ghost city will eventually lead to great disaster."
Listening to his words, Liu Buli finally showed a somewhat relieved expression and nodded with great satisfaction.
Having these few people by his side, at least there was one person with a functioning intellect. He had said everything Liu Buli wanted to say, saving him the trouble of further explanation.
While they were having these discussions, the divine sword had already charged from the entrance and was now very close to them.
The ghost clan members clearly realized that the sword was treating everyone as an enemy. Facing a more powerful enemy whose weaknesses were unknown, they naturally couldn't keep their attention solely on Liu Buli and the others.
They had to at least ensure their own survival before engaging in further combat. Everyone had the same thought, so the number of ghost clan members surrounding Liu Buli and his group decreased significantly. Most of them focused their energy on the divine sword. Besides wanting to eliminate this enemy, they were all coveting the sword.
Everyone had witnessed how powerful the ghost clan member was when he wielded the sword. Since they couldn't kill their own kind within the city, even if they coveted his treasure, no one dared to do anything to him. Or rather, with that treasure to defend himself, even if others truly intended to rob him, they would certainly not be able to defeat him.
But now, it was different.
The divine sword's master was dead. So, whoever obtained the divine sword next would become its new master.
All the ghost clan members had the same thought.
They also harbored the same wishful thinking.
They all felt they were the luckiest ones, destined to be chosen as the next master by the divine sword. Therefore, even though they knew this battle might turn into a moth-to-flame situation, they continued to attack the divine sword one after another, fearing that if they were a step too slow, this fate-altering treasure would fall into someone else's hands.
Watching the actions of those ghost clan members, Liu Buli's mood was incredibly complex. Although the current situation was indeed more favorable to them, he hadn't expected that the ghost clan members would forget about them, the intruders, and focus all their attention on snatching the divine sword.
After staring at the battle for a few seconds and confirming that the ghost clan members were no match for the divine sword, Liu Buli signaled to the others around him and led the way, continuing to run towards the gate connecting the ghost realm and the human world.
Since the ghost clan members there were no match for the divine sword, based on his judgment, the divine sword would soon kill all the troublesome individuals and then pursue them again.
And by then, if they had already reached the boundary, as long as they severed the hand holding the sword while exiting, and brought both the hand and the sword back to the cultivation world, he didn't believe the sword would have a chance to attack them.
Liu Buli's plan was excellent, and while fleeing, he quickly relayed his thoughts to Lu Wuming and the others.
Of course, this was the best outcome in his plan.
If it didn't succeed, then the priority would be for the few of them to escape first. As for the sword, it would be good if they could bring it out. If they absolutely couldn't, it shouldn't cause them to perish here.
Everyone's thoughts were well-aligned, but when they reached the boundary, they suddenly realized that their thoughts were indeed a bit too naive.
The ghost clan members who had their eyes solely on the divine sword were clearly of a lower order. As for the entrance at the boundary, there was only one ghost clan member standing there.
However, the aura emanating from him, and the almost suffocating ghost energy, could directly prove that this guy was the strongest ghost clan member they had encountered so far.
Under normal circumstances, if Lu Wuming were not injured and their spiritual energy were not depleted, the three of them combined might still have a chance to fight.
But now...
Staring at the ghost clan member's face, Liu Buli gritted his teeth. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "You... you are the Ghost King who has been unwilling to let us go?"