For how long, Nian Bing had no idea, but in the end, all the illusions completely fused together, leaving only a vision of a knife - the Devouring Demon Knife. What a supremely wicked, domineering blade it was!
When Nian Bing opened his eyes, he found himself already standing, with the Devouring Demon Knife that had been tightly held in the hand of the Dark Martial Emperor now in his own. In stark contrast to the Holy Radiance Knife, this narrow blade seemed almost weightless, feeling incredibly light in his hand. The cold, evil Qi conceived on the knife was as calm as a dormant Warcraft. Nian Bing knew, he had not yet received the approval of this demon knife. What he'd just gone through was merely the initial test from the Devouring Demon Knife, and the Dark Martial Emperor. He was convinced, this knife had a spirit, and furthermore, its spirit surpassed any of the weapons he'd previously possessed.